It’s becoming apparent that making it to and finishing the Paris Marathon is going to be a challenge. My right ankle, which seemed to have been getting better, has reached a recovery plateau (i.e., it still hurts). Ergo, I’m running slower and training less than I should be, especially considering that we are seven weeks away from race day. My previous race goal was to finish. My current race goal is to make it to race day. Womp, womp.
That said, I’m up for the challenge. I just have to temper my expectations about the speed of my recovery, how much more progress I will be able to make in training, and what I will be able to accomplish on race day. My plan for the next few weeks is to manage my injury. I’m going to focus on keeping good form during runs, pushing myself but not too hard, and religiously icing after every workout. I’m also going back to the acupuncturist as soon as I am back in town. (I’m headed to Mexico for a few days to visit family.)
As far as training, it’s taking more motivation to get moving because running hurts. On this particular run, the fear of running 26 miles in a few weeks was enough to get me out the door. The actual running wasn’t any easier. The first four miles I averaged a 10+ min/mi pace because I physically could not move faster without limping. When my ankle warmed up, I was able to comfortably increase to a 9:30 min/mi pace and enjoy myself, ultimately bringing my pace to a 9:58 min/mi average. It’s not the best I can do, but it is a respectable pace and in the neighborhood of my goal tempo for the marathon so I consider it a win.
I’m taking each day in stride, aiming first and foremost to get back to my routine of one tempo run, one sprint workout, and one long run. We’ll see what happens on those runs. I’m particularly interested to see how my body responds this weekend when I go out for my first long run since the Miami half-marathon. Stay tuned and send positive healing vibes. Please and thank you.
Playlist: My “Road to Paris” playlist on Spotify