Week 12 was all about caution post-calf/Achilles weirdness. I did not want to miss a week of running; I also did not want to set myself up to miss a marathon. Ultimately, I was more worried about underreacting than overreacting, and at this point, it appears I made a good choice. I spent some time cross-training and a lot more time with my foot in a bucket of ice water, and by the weekend I was able to finish 15 miles without issue. (Well, there were issues, just none related to that.) There’s still some weirdness and some tightness, but — week 13 spoiler alert! — I ran five miles on Monday, two days after the 15-miler and just hours after a long night of wedding dancing, and felt strong. So, week 12 lacks mileage, but it also lacks stupidity. Maybe I am learning after all.
Monday: 15 minutes on the stationary bike hoping to loosen up my leg, followed by 800 pull/200 swim in the pool in about 25 minutes.
Tuesday: Rest — stressing about a house in the morning, driving to my friend’s wedding site to scout ceremony locations and get eaten alive by mosquitoes in the evening.
Wednesday: A .1-mile test jog to my car, followed by 50 minutes on the Arc Trainer. I’ve had mixed results using the Arc Trainer while injured — it was awful for my IT band, fine for tibial tendon issues — so I was a bit wary, but it felt completely comfortable. Maybe because my feet never really came off the platform to initiate a “push” motion? I did get bored, and I dropped my phone several times trying to get the volume right on The LA Complex on Hulu Plus (why are the songs so much louder than the dialogue? And why are you laughing at my taste in TV right now?), but ultimately I felt like it was the best thing I could have done.
Thursday: Scored a last-minute massage appointment, and despite my general dislike of normal massages, I’m now a total believer in focused deep-tissue work. I had planned to do a test run after, but my massage therapist encouraged me to wait until Saturday. Instead, I watched Clint Eastwood talk to an empty chair while spending 30 minutes on the Arc Trainer and 20 minutes on the stationary bike.
Friday: Pre-red-eye swim of 1200 yards, plus 20 minutes on the stationary bike, hoping it would tire me out so I would sleep well on the plane. (Success.)
Saturday: “Berlin Marathon Training Camp” 15-miler, which I’m still quite proud of — especially considering how difficult running the morning after swimming can be for me without a cross-country flight.
Sunday: A hotel gym shakeout workout of 30ish minutes on the stationary bike (the seat kept sliding back, so I’d have to stop every 5 minutes or so to readjust and finally finished the workout holding onto the front handlebars to stay upright — great form, I’m sure) and then 10 minutes of pool-running holding onto the ladder in the deep end. Had I realized the pool had a deep end from the start, I would have gone straight there and skipped the wonky bike entirely. Followed this up with a solid three hours of wedding dancing.
Week 12 by the Numbers
- 15 miles run
- 80 minutes Arc Trainered
- 85 minutes stationary biked; zero miles actually biked
- 2 swims (2200 yards) and one too-brief aquajog
- 2 episodes of The LA Complex watched
- 1 small child I worried about scandalizing while watching The LA Complex in the hotel gym
- 3 times I saw stars during Thursday’s massage
- 1 wedding (of 3 this month) attended
- 1 house bid accepted. (Number of freakouts over said house: infinite.)