I think I am twelve weeks out from Boston? The weeks are so busy, I lose track. I am not obsessing nor perseverating about my training. It is a part of my day, my week, my life but it is NOT MY LIFE. I have so many things…
Last weekend was spent with twins from my class a couple of years ago, their buddy, her mom and our friend Shad…he ran the Lake Hodges 50 miler. Tough guy. Stoic. Calm. Pulled off another 50 miler and he didn't even need the cow bell.
The dead leg syndrome has a name now. An origin. A source. Kind of sad. Kind of strange but definitely not something to stop me from being superhuman!
I guess the 45 X-rays show that I had a fracture on my spine when I was born. I was born breech and my mom says I was stuck with my legs and head inside of her. After forceps and lots of pulling, I was born. Possibly causing that fracture. Anyway, during adolescence, I started to feel the pain as I grew and stopped riding horses competitively. Only to have the fracture rear it's head once I started running longer distances!
The dead leg is actually referred pain from the nerves in my back, protecting the fractured spine. Hmmm.
Once again, I'm back to pain management and feeling better knowing what's up.
Boston training is incorporating HILLS, HILLS and more HILLS. Yesterday's workout was 14 miles, 7 up a hill with 6x5 min. spurts up the hill at goal marathon pace.
7 down hill.
I know the hills going up are great for my fitness and my back issue but going down took it's toll by mile 13. Baby steps…
I've yet to determine my goals for this marathon. At this moment, I'm obviously grateful to just be running.