Running Addicts



As a guy who’s been injured for most of the past two years, I’ve dealt (and continue to deal) with the frustrations of missed workouts, unwanted down time, and the empty feeling when you just know  you should be on the road logging miles.  A day doesn’t pass without me thinking about what it would take to get ready for race x or race y, even though I know I’m not going to be able to start a serious training program for at least another couple of months.

This led me to ask the question:  Is there such thing as a running addiction? Continue reading “Running Addicts”

Thoughts from the finish line

Rock n Roll Virginia Beach Half Marathon - finish lineHaving been injured off and on for most of the last three years, I’ve sadly spent more time spectating and supporting than actually running.  As frustrating as that is, it has given me a chance to look at the sport with a different perspective.  For most of my life, running has been a personal thing for me, and something that I don’t really share much with others.  Treating it like “my thing” instead of seeing the big picture never seemed like a bad thing until I stood at the finish line of the Virginia Beach Half Marathon a couple of years ago, waiting for Sandy to finish.  Despite running races with thousands of people, I always felt alone in the effort – until that day. Continue reading “Thoughts from the finish line”

Two Week Update

So, two weeks on, things aren’t quite as far along as I would have hoped, and I suspect it’s my own damn fault.  After about 3 days of hobbling around, the Achilles soreness subsided, and I was moving around pretty well.  Then the family made an impromptu trip to the local hill for snowboarding.  BAD IDEA.

After about five hours of boarding with no issue, I hit a mogul at just the wrong angle, and I felt it.  I knew right then and there that things were not right.  That was a few days ago.

While the soreness isn’t what it was, it’s more than what it was before the trip.  I’m hoping things calm down a bit in the coming days.  We’ll see.

1/7/16  The PAIN

Man, the doc was right.  Woke up this morning, took one step, and nearly fell over.  That was some EXTREME soreness.  I’ve got a pretty good tolerance for pain, but that was ridiculous.  So, percocet, it was, and I hobbled off to work.  Nothing like having to explain the limp every half hour.  Hopefully, this subsides in a few days.

1/6/16  Unexpected Progress

So I went into the medicine clinic, expecting to set a date for a PRP injection.  The appointment went about as I expected – the doc listened to my history, and the different treatments and physical therapy regimens I’ve had.  He agreed that the PRP injection is the way to go.  He left to set the appointment up, and then something unexpected happened….

He came back in, said his next appointment cancelled, and asked if I just wanted to knock out the procedure right then.  Knowing that this was probably the first time in the history of healthcare systems, I agreed.

Within a half hour, my blood was drawn and put through the centrifuge.  The injection process sucked.  The initial injection wasn’t bad, but even though it was a single shot, the doc moved the needle from point to point within the tendon.  It was like getting about 20 different shots.  Damn painful.  But for the greater good, right?

The pain ratcheted up right after the procedure was done.  As I limped out of the office, the doc told me that the next few days would be pretty bad, in terms of soreness.  Given the discomfort I was feeling right afterwards, I figured I’d need the percocet he prescribed.