Bad Knee

I got 5 miles into a planned 16 mile run on Saturday when my left knee just started killing me.

I gimped along for 3 more miles, then I called my wife to come get me (first time I had ever done that).

I was wincing from the pain every time I landed on my left foot.

I'm going to take a few days off and see if that helps, but I'm pretty bummed right now.

I was this close to my first 100 mile month...

Feel My Pain

Pat Report - 3/15/2011

I ran 14 miles on Saturday.  It was glorious.

It was one of those almost Spring days that feels much warmer than it actually is because it hasn't been 50 degrees in a long long time.

It was also my first time on the bikepath in 2011.  After a winter full of treadmill runs and icy hills, it was great to be back on my home turf again. 

It's also a lot easier to get myself out there on a really nice day.  The "Why the hell am I doing this again?" questions are a lot easier to put of your mind when it's not 20 degrees.

The next day I felt surprisingly strong.  Better than I did the day after either of my half-marathons.  I think that means I'm doing my build the right way.

I even took Daisy Dog out for 3 the next day.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go eat 3 more bananas and 2 more scrambled eggs...

Pat Report - 3/1/2011

Despite the continued presence of The Winter That Would Not End, I had a solid two weeks of training. 

I had my annual check-up last week.  The doctor gave me his blessing.  "You're perfectly normal" (his words, not mine).

I'm doing my best to keep the running from interfering with parenting time, but it's tough.  Little Man now refers to Powerade as "Daddy juice". 

My Long Run Sunday times haven't been good.  I'm assuring myself that it's OK since I'm still adding weekly mileage and I've been mostly running on hills in the snow when I'm outdoors.  But I'll be disappointed if there isn't a noticeable improvement once I'm back on a flat, ice-free bikepath.

On a more positive note, I'm already at the century mark for year-to-date miles.  So I'll give myself a pat on the back for that.

Thank you for your support.

89 days until Buffalo.