Sunday, May 8, 2011

Everything hurts.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: my body was not designed for running. I've been trying to pack in extra miles lately, and my legs are paying the price. Everything hurts. Not all at once, mind you, but if it's not one thing, it's another.

One day it'll be my ankle. The next day, I feel like I popped my hamstring. My hip flexors are still tighter than they've ever been. I get sporadic knee aches and arch pain. And sometimes I feel like my body is just coming up with random new hurts because it's bored of the options it already has available. Most recently, it's been my toes (or toenails). Seriously, toenails? Do you really have to turn black and start pretending to fall off?

This past Wednesday, I went for the longest and hottest run I've managed to complete all season and I found myself paying for it for the rest of the week. I think I let myself get too dehydrated and things started to break down. When I hit up M2 on Thursday morning, my legs felt like dead weight and this weekend's incredibly windy rides didn't do much to improve that. I've been feeling lethargic ever since overextending myself on Wednesday. Ugh.

I'd like to get up to 40 miles running per week by the end of May... if I can do that, I'll be pretty happy with myself. Of course, I suppose I should start worrying about running faster some day - to this point, all I've been concerned with has been running farther. But seeing as I only have twelve weeks until race day, and at least four of those weeks are going to be light, taper-esque weeks (when it comes to running, at least), I'm not sure when/if I'll be able to fit in any meaningful speedwork.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to my foam roller.