A breath of fresh air
Doing this week at a reduced intensity (no 'hard' days) so this morning's 10 miler was relaxed. I enjoyed it. A little chilly outside, but the sky was clear, the moon bright, and I felt pretty good. No fatigue to speak of and the legs felt ok on the ibuprofen. After the run they felt a little tight but not too bad.
I don't know where all the fatigue goes. When it's here it's all encompassing. Then it's gone.
10.4 miles in 1:28:03. (8:28 pace). HR of 132.
I don't know where all the fatigue goes. When it's here it's all encompassing. Then it's gone.
10.4 miles in 1:28:03. (8:28 pace). HR of 132.
posted by Andrew at 9:25 AM
5 Comments:
Fatigue is the devil in disguise, toying with you, tempting you with comfortable pavement on which to lie down and rest. It wants you to give in to these tempatations, to submit, to relinquish your power, to become submissive and subservient.
Resist.
I know you love your ibuprofen pills, but maybe you should read the comment Eric left on Mike's blog the other day:
Ibuprofen reduces pain and inflammation, which is generally why people take it. However, the way it does this is by restricting blood flow. This prevents prostaglandins and other stuff (good and bad) from making their way into the damaged areas of the muscle. It also slows the progression of waste products out of the muscle, also a Bad Thing.
Thomas is right about Eric's comment. He followed up with an email suggesting I just bite on a dirty technical sock if the pain became too much. He then went on about how the immunizations we take our children in to the doctor for are really just a government conspiracy. He did say he'd pray for my calf though, which seemed to help.
OK, these are all lies, but I usually don't take ibuprofin unless I feel the swelling is impinging something else and causing problems (like when a swelling quad puts pressure on the IT band). I took a dose twice a day for a few days after the marathon, but I actually felt better when I stopped as Eric suggested.
Best of luck figuring this out Andrew. I'm not sure if it's the fast days or just the accumulated time on your feet (or a combination of both) that temporarily has you on the ropes, but I think you are wise to listen to the warning signs.
Glad the fatigue is gone. May it die a thousand painful deaths.
Hey, hey, hey...I am not a doctor, but I do play one in blogland. You should bite into a dirty sock once in a while though. Mike keeps one on his foot for easy insertion. Oh snap!
Oh, and don't immunize your kids. Evolution only works by thinning the herd.
I haven't forgotten about the nap on the pavement...
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