Walk Running part 1

Foot pain forced me to stopped running back in July. I had literally come to the breaking point where I needed to fully heal my torn plantar fascia before I was going to run well. Two weeks post-running I received an ultrasound which revealed that my injured tissues were over double the normal thickness, very rough and totally uneven. This is the result of my plantar fascia being torn and then healing significantly thicker to withstand the forces as I continued to run on a sore foot.  Stupid on my part!

For the last month I've been receiving deep tissue massage to try and reverse the damage I caused over the last 6 months by breaking up the stubbon scar tissue. My foot is still not 100%, it's taking a really long time to heal but I'm ready to introduce walk-runs. Now the only problem is I followed the term "introduce" a little too loosely. I started with a 2 minute run and 3 walk and quickly bumped it to 3 minute run. When I woke up with a sore-ish foot I relaized this was not working. I took off another week and then reintroduced a 1 min run and 4 min walk like I should have at the beginning. It's terrible, I just want to run, but I'm ready to do it right this time. I'm trowing my impatience to the wind and finally ready to listen to my body.

So here I am: 1 min run and 4 min walk with a rest day in between each run day. I've since set out for 1.5 min run and 3.5 min walk and after a tender foot I'm going to attempt this again before progressing to 2 mins of running. I have talked with my massage therapist about the tenderness and discussed that there could be some tenderness as the foot tissues adjust to an increased workload but they should subside as I progress. Deep down, when I push my stubbornness to the side, I know that I'm following the right recovery path for my body. I'm choosing to do this walk-run right but I really do miss the actual run....
xo
Becks

Competition doesn't go away

I've been off running for almost two months now....wow! I was exhausted at first, I thought I had lost my running desires forever! That place where I dug down deep within me to find that final ounce of energy was gone, it was way beyond empty. It was weird, feeling as if I didn't care, I have never been passive. I'm still experiencing a bit of this love-hate relationship when my thoughts come to racing but through this time I've realized my quest for competition can be tamed but it'll never be far away.

That's why I started yoga. I wasn't good and I wanted to be. I hadn't felt this dedication to succeed athletically for a few months now and I could relax at the same time. It was perfect!

I finally had a non-running athletic goal that I was excited about: I was going to hold crow. I chose this pose because I so admire the core strength people posses as they effortlessly lift their rock-hard bodies and mold them into solid positions. I wanted to do this but every time I tried my wrist would buckle, my shoulders ached and ultimately I ended up face first in the mat.... see.

So for the last few weeks I've been completing a beautiful yoga practice under the stars in attempt to relax and I always made sure to try crow. Time and time again I would fall, I got to the point of holding it for like half a second before falling and that wasn't good enough. I wanted to be able to commit and hold it for longer! 


Well, here I am finally holding crow (for like 10 seconds)!!! It was small feat but it's something I chose to work towards an conquer. My next goal, handstand from crow. I know I'll do it but I think this one is going to take awhile.

xo Becks