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Fitness Tip: Coming back from an injury

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One month ago I was running 26 miles. This week I’m topping out at 6. And even then I’m going slower than molasses.

But that is the point. After an injury, it’s tempting to try and make up lost time. I know that’s what I’m itching to do. I’ve just had 3 weeks of low impact exercising which means that I have burned about a 1/4 of the calories per week than I normally do. My weight loss is slow and I can see my calves turning to jello.

But if I tried to pick up where I left off, I would injure the healing muscles and be out for even longer. So when coming back from an injury, take your time. Literally. Make each mile a minute or two slower than pre injury. If you were at 60 minute sessions on the elliptical, try 30 minutes with stretching before and after.

Most importantly, listen to your body. If you feel sharp pain… STOP. Right then. Not after you’re done with your workout. Sore is ok. Pain is not.

Injuries happen to athletes at every level. Stretching and slow increases in intensity will not only help your recovery, but help prevent injuries in the first place.

The Long Run: One more week – the anticipation is killing me

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Next Saturday at 3:45 am, I will be on a bus to the starting line up Provo Canyon. Let the stomach jitters begin. I’m downing antacids by the case load. And over analyzing every little knee twitch and ankle roll. I don’t even want to jog to the mailbox anymore, for fear of screwing up my legs.

The odd thing? I’m pretty sure that the morning of, I will be as cool as a kumquat. There’s this peace that settles over me, because I know come hell or high water, I will cross the finish line. I might be on my knees, and it might be 3 hours after race closes, but I will still drag my butt across.

After all, I’ve already had the worst happen in a marathon. Last August, in my first one, my hamstring injury resurfaced at mile 8 and was debilitating by mile 13. I was forced to speed walk the rest of it. But I still made it.   I required a bottle of advil afterwards, but I survived.

  The secret?

Forgetting about the time and putting one foot in front of the other until it’s over. Also, the fierce determination that the 4 months of running training hell were not pointless. I will walk away with my medal dammit. 🙂

Now if only I can survive the next week without injuring myself or giving myself ulcers.