Have been fighting this potential reality for exactly 18 days, since Father’s Day.
The lower right calf pain from The Sunshine State Games is back. Yesterday’s eight-mile walk-run-walk on the beach was far too painful for world class training.
And just yesterday, enter Jenny Simpson’s words of wisdom.
The foot bone’s connected to the ankle bone. The ankle bone’s connected to the leg bone. The leg bone’s connected to the hip bone. On up to our heart, then straight on to our dreams.
Podiatrist said, “Everything looks great. As we age, we can expect some pain associated solely to the aging process, not because of injury. Keep doing what you’re doing.”
After what seemed like a perfectly (finally) timed six mile warmup in preparation for the 800 meters, come to find out, the printed schedule i had was completely wrong. The 800 would be at the end of the day, not the beginning. Major challenge.
It was either go get in the car and drive back to Orlando, or see if i could get into the 1500 which was about an hour away. i got into the 1500 and waited, and rationalize that the 1500 is a substantially slower pace and i would be warmed up enough to just have fun with it.
Bottomline, too much time between warmup and race.
Couldn’t have gone out any more conservatively on the first lap.