Boring

 I'm in physical therapy for my hamstrings and lower back. Running is very limited. Pretty boring and not worth spinning things into anything more.

Back on blogging hiatus until things are deemed somewhat more exciting. 

Physical Therapy

 Last Friday opened new doors of hope and optimism in getting a better handle on my chronically and debilitatingly tight hamstrings and that troublesome left heel. I met with my new orthopedic doc and it went very well. She's great and an athlete herself. She referred me to a sports physical therapy clinic and also wants an MRI done on my left heel to rule out a stress fracture, just to be sure. 

Very happy with the path I'm going down. The physical therapy clinic is very close to the school I teach at which could be very convenient if I can schedule my appointments in the afternoons. 

After that doc appointment, I went to my in-laws house where Kate was visiting with the dogs, grabbed Moxie, and hit the Bangor City Forest for a run. Went well, all things considered. 

Monsoon expected the next two days and I will play running by ear. 

Touch & Go With Sprinkles of Hope

 Well, after my last post, I had a very successful and fun run with Moxie up Eagle Mountain. My hamstrings were in a state of stark contrast to previous days where they were pretty tight and I was able to fully enjoy the run as a result. 

About this mountain: I live in a very rural area full of a crazy amount of off-the-beaten-path places to explore and Eagle Mountain is one such hidden gem. We parked just off the Stud Mill Road, a major artery logging road that runs to Canada. From there, we ran up an offshoot logging road for nearly three miles before taking the path the last three tenths of a mile to the top where there is a great overlook that faces east. 

Since that run however, my legs have felt pretty tight. Along with a busy schedule, the motivation took a bit of a dip. I did take both dogs for a very easy two mile run though earlier in the week. 

Then, with snow falling on Wednesday, I took the new Nanospikes out for a three mile spin. They work great! The front of the right foot kept sliding to the outside for the first few miles, but lessened as the run went on, so I think they just needed to be broken in a bit. They're great though. Perfect for slippery roads and other conditions where Microspikes might be too much but something is still needed... a very common scenario. 

And shifting gears... today I see the orthopedic sports doc, which I'm pretty excited about. It'll be nice to (hopefully) have better direction with loosening up the hamstrings. More on that after my appointment. 

Setbacks

 Pretty minimal running this week. I hate to admit it, but after a few months of gradual progress, my hamstrings have taken a few steps backwards and have felt pretty tight. If they were at their worst with a rating of 10 last summer, they are probably now at a six or seven, as opposed to the three they were at just a few weeks ago. 

A busier week with work was either a blessing or a curse, leaving little time to run but more time to let them chill out as a result. The only bad thing is over the past year resting them does absolutely nothing to get them to loosen up. 

This all being said, I have gotten out a few times so far this week. I ran the dogs for a few miles earlier this week, and then dropped them off and did a little over three miles at a sub eight minute mile pace on my own. That 7:46/mile felt like a legit tempo run. So out of shape. Yesterday, I took the dogs for a hike up Chick Hill, which is just under three miles. 

I'll take Moxie out for another run at some point over the weekend. We'll see how it goes. However, I do have an appointment with an orthopedic doctor on Friday. It sounds like she has a solid reputation. At least there is hope. A silver bullet would be great of course, but regardless, I'm optimistic that a game plan can be developed with identifying the issue and coming up with a remedy. 

Adjustments, Chicken and Waffles

 The double digit run on Saturday never happened. After the first few miles, it became apparent that more than ten would be too much. The hamstrings weren't having the best day and my energy was a bit down, so I settled for 10k. I don't think it was a setback. Just an off day.  

On Sunday, I spent the morning at one of the two rivers in my county that are open year round for fishing. Both suck. Seriously. One of the things I miss about southern Maine is the abundance of rivers that are open every month of the year, and though they are filled with mostly stockies, they are still great fishing. So yeah, I got skunked. Will travel to another river a few counties over this weekend that should hopefully produce better results. I need to check off November still. 

Came home and took the dogs for a run, a form of procrastination from doing grading. Just under three miles, which was enough to partially satisfy our sleeker, athletic beast Moxie but more than enough to wear out little Hagrid. That got the motivation going for me afterwards, and I managed to clean the chicken coop and then get much of my grading done before making dinner for myself and Kate (who was much more disciplined with getting teaching work done). What did I make? Chicken and waffles. Mmmmm. 

Coronarunning

The surrealism of... well... nearly every news headline made in 2020 is well known. There was no capitulation of that this past week with our school shutting down for the second time this year for a few days because of corona popping in our district as the virus is now seemingly exploding across Maine alongside the country. The outlook for the next few months does not look optimistic for much in-person learning, I hate to say. 

That news is depressing and a bit scary, but at least it is balanced out somewhat with the hilariously pathetic floundering of the Orange Man and his lame-ass attempts to overturn democracy are failing left and right, which is great comic relief for us sensible people. 

And more good news is that the running continues to go well. I took Monday off and that night I had one of those wake-up-at-2am-and-can't-go-back-to-sleep events that occur every 2-3 weeks for no good reason. 

I was out the door by around 3:45am with the headlamp lighting the way for a five mile out and back along a quiet side road near my house. I always feel a sense of accomplishment when I upload these early morning runs to Strava and the default title says "Night Run". Was glad I got out. 

Naturally, I felt pleasantly tired at work that day, but that was erased in the afternoon when I learned we would be going remote for the rest of the week with that second case. We already had Veteran's Day off, which unexpectedly turned into a day to get new tires put on my truck after the old ones leaked chronically on top of being worn out. But while they were getting put on, we popped over to Acadia National Park and took the dogs for a little hike towards Witch Hole. And hey, new all terrain tires for the truck! Good deal on them to boot. Definitely a good day. 

On Thursday, I used my lunch break to get in four easy miles, and yesterday I took the pups for a two miler that ended up being a really great pace for little Hagrid! He booked it, with full support from myself and his sister, Moxie. Remote teaching is not ideal, but the flexibility is definitely pretty convenient (and the dogs love us being at home). 

Though it's Saturday, scheduling today's run will be especially tricky with Kate being away all day to help a friend with cooking meals for our members of our military, alongside various errands I have to run. Hoping for 10 miles, if I feel okay for it, but will cut it short if needed. 

Pre-Dawn Contemplations

 I slept really, really well these past few nights after Biden secured the win against the Orange Man (yes folks, he won... deal with it). However, perhaps too much sleep and peace of mind woke me up early this morning. It didn't take long to come to a logical conclusion to take advantage of the early hours and go for a run. Glad I did. 

As my headlamp lit the way, I pondered the Maine Principal Association's recent decision to cancel the high school cross country championships. In short, the right call without question. During a meet last weekend where runners were required to race with masks, well... quite frankly it was a shit show. Some runners allegedly passed out, other runners were pulling their masks down either blatantly or when they thought nobody was looking, and others were playing by the rules and sucking it up and accepting a slower time. It was an experiment that definitely provided a lot of interesting insight to help make any decisions moving forward. 

Throw into the mix that Corona cases are starting to substantially rise, if not blow up, in most of Maine. The risk with that is obvious, but on top of that, a few teams wouldn't have been able to compete because of current shut downs, a few others would have incomplete teams due to quarantines, and a good handful had their seasons interrupted earlier in the year with shutdowns and weren't in top shape unlike some of the other teams. Our girls team had an outside chance of qualifying for states but that was thrown out the window when we were hit with quarantines in our district. I haven't heard of those aspects being taken into serious consideration and I can only hope that they were.

Back to the final meet of the season last Saturday... at that time, states had not yet been cancelled. I had asked a few coaches of other schools if they thought the championship should still go on. Naturally, responses varied... I'll just leave it at that. It underscored my belief that logic always rules over emotion when trying to assess these types of situations. However, like I said in my last post, I was very thankful that we at least had a partial season, even if it was a strange one. We had fun. We learned. Runners improved. It was a big success on many meaningful fronts. And as the season has ended, in a way I begin my own. As my injuries improve, so does my motivation. This morning was testament to that. I am starting to feel like a runner again.