Two Months Later… The Bad News

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This is actually in Laos, but ignore that.

Two months have come and gone. I had some high hopes for my time in Thailand. Unfortunately, I didn’t achieve either of my fitness goals, which is disappointing, but not the end of the world. I am very excited to get back on track and more importantly, I still had a really great time.

I ran almost every other day for the first two weeks. I ran relatively short distances at a casual pace to acclimate to the heat and humidity. Then I increased my distance, keeping the same pace. The third week I did 12.3, two days later by 8.8, two days later 6.13. By no means is that running too much, but that’s when my Achilles started to become really sore.

3 days later I did another a short 5 mile run thinking it would “warm up” and be okay, but no such luck. It was sore during the run, after the run, the next morning, and occasionally during the day when I was just walking around. Having injured my Achilles before, I was not going to take any chances, so I stopped running. Waiting for the ache to subside, I was constantly fretting about the days I was missing, and after two weeks without any improvement, I just said the heck with it and decided to just let it go. If I could not run, so be it. Better to lay off for 6 weeks than injure myself and be out for even longer.

What did bother me about the not-running situation was that I had no idea what caused the pain. My mileage and pacing were well within normal limits, I was running exclusively in my New Balance Minimus, (which aren’t much different from any of the other non-supportive shoes I usually wear), and I was running was mainly dirt roads. The only thing different was my diet; namely I wasn’t able to have my post-run nutritional smoothie. I had to make do with one or two juice boxes of chocolate soy/milk. (Which is better than nothing?) But how does that translate to a sore Achilles? I don’t know, but that’s the only thing I could come up with. Looking at it now, maybe it was too many miles on inadequate nutrition.

My other un-achieved goal was the 100 pushup challenge. The first two weeks were cake. So cake in fact, that I thought I copied the schedule down wrong. But then it got really tough. So tough, there were several days I could not manage the minimum on the maxout set. I was flabbergasted and bummed out by this turn of events. I think the combination of this secondary small failure, getting sidelined from running, and simply adjusting to living in different environment was just too much for me to handle. I guess I just gave up. Which is the biggest disappointment.

But I plan to undertake and accomplish this challenge. There’s no way I’m going not going to make 100 pushups. I know I can do it.

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