I've just now realized...

This pain I've felt off and on in my foot *could* be a stress fracture. It's on top, just outside of the ankle. I can't find a spot that hurts when I press on it, but it hurts when I pull my foot up toward my shin.

Sigh.

In other running news, get yourself hyped for Steve's upcoming 4-part Boston Marathon podcast series! (Last year we heard him puke no less than six times while stealthily avoiding getting picked up by the EMT brigade)

Promo

The form of a runner

So, I was trying really hard. This is essentially the fastest I can go at this point in my life.

Still, the way in which my foot is about to hit the ground is awfully wild.












And yes, somehow in that half-second it's on the ground, it rolls ALL the way in to my big toe.

I'm going to have to go back and listen to the pronation episode of Phedippidations and see what Steve says about MP, or 'massive pronation.' (I'd link it, but it's been bumped off the site by new episodes!)

We interrupt this broadcast

Okay, first, I saw a semi-truck HANGING OFF A BRIDGE last night.

Second, this was too good to pass up.

"Skill without imagination is craftsmanship and gives us many useful objects such as wickerwork picnic baskets. Imagination without skill gives us modern art."

Tom Stoppard

After nearly a month

I have determined that, for the time being, this pubiary shall become a Rog. Or better, a WOMTog. But probably mostly a running log for a while. Because running is, actually, What Occupies My Time (do expect many "filling out job applications sucks! posts, also). And after these splits from the "healthy start" indoor track meet on Saturday, I'm feeling like that's a somewhat valid thing to put my time into. I even have a swift new running buddy.

200 - 38
400 - 40 (1:19)
600 - 42 (2:01)
800 - 43 (2:45)
1000 - 43 (3:28)
1200 - 43 (4:12)
1400 - 42 (4:54)
1600 - 34 (5:28)

That was a great race not just because I had no clue I was still capable of running at a (fairly) fast mile pace, but because it was such a smart and controlled race (yes, that is, barely, a negative split from the half to the 16) - I felt in control the whole race, knew how far I could let the leaders get ahead of me, knew when I had to take the lead. And somehow had a great sprint left for the final 150m (of course, I had absolutely nothing left for the 800 an hour or so later).