Last week I did my first 30-mile week since the 100. Yay me! The dorsal part of my knee is still a sad mess of damaged tissue, but at least it's a sad mess that I can run on (sort of). I've been diligent about cross training (Holy boring, Batman!), so I don't think I've lost that much in the way of fitness, but, if I want to run Leadville in the summer, at some point I need to start, well, running. This 30-mile week was pretty well encouraging, and, on Monday, I ventured to the point where I wanted to 80 minutes, or about 10 miles. Pre-October, 80 minutes was pretty much my standard daily run last year when I was fit. So I go on my 80-minute run along the bike path near downtown. All was well with the leg until about 60 minutes in when I felt a twinge in my right foot. What's that? Oh, crap. That kinda feels like plantar fasciitis. You've got to be kidding me? PF, on 30 miles a week? When I was doing nearly 100 last fall? Expletives abound.
Sure enough, the PF has been talking to me ever since. Still able to run/treadmill a bit, but like clockwork, the second I get healthy with the hammie, instantly the PF pops up. So it looks like I'll have to keep the gym membership active for a few more months of cross training.
I've been running since I was 11, and, up until this recent string of bad luck, I had probably missed 60 days of running total for anything besides hangovers and sheer laziness. I've probably missed the same number of days in the last four months. Not fun.