I threw my back out night before last. In my sleep. Few people have mastered the art of injuring themselves in bed, but I am learning.
I haven’t run well since last September, when I ran myself into overtraining.
I wasn’t able to run the marathon I planned in October.
When I did a marathon in Dec I had to scale my goal way back — and then I failed to make even that.
In January I tore my glut after running the resolution races at a moderate pace.
I couldn’t even run for a month.
Then I got achilles tendinitis.
I didn’t run Orchard to Ocean well.
My easy runs were very slow. My track and tempo workouts were also slow compared to what I used to do.
Everyone else seems to be doing so well. All kinds of people passed me at Orchard to Ocean; people whom I have, in the past, been in front of.
A week ago I noticed that my easy runs had become faster. Naturally. Was I starting to feel better? But the tempo run was still slow and that’s what matters.
The 10 miler is tomorrow. I should be sleeping. Instead I’m writing this and worrying. Can I run 10 miles at the pace I had trouble running 4 last week-end?
I’m done now. I hope I’m done feeling sorry for myself and done with apprehention too. Maybe that will help me sleep. Good-night.