Santa Cruz Tri Geek

Baby Steps

There's being back and then there's being back in the grove.  I'm back, but not yet grooving.  This morning's short neighborhood loop told me exactly how far away that grove was...not to worry though, I'm pumped for a few off-season months of rehab and regrowth.  This season is going to rock.

Sick Disposition

Sometimes, you just have a sick disposition.  Sometimes, you just need to move.

I managed my first multi-mile, multi-minute run since my hip injury.  Last night I clocked 2.2 miles in 22 minutes, with no stops.  My previous best was five minutes of running (during rehab) so this is a major step.  I headed out for my run at 8pm too, which was a suprise.  Fiance wondered why I was going; I told her the truth:  I'm scared shitless of my upcomming race.

This morning I knocked out 2400 meters in the pool at masters.  I could have done the last 600 for 3k, but had to get to work.  Next week, perhaps.  I'm feeling good.  Time to go hike some granite.

Slow Road Rehab

I've done enough rehabilitation work to know how slow it is.  That doesn't make it any less frustrating.  Yesterday was a 10k that I had been planning to run for some months now, but I had to give up my race number.

Instead, I did three five minute run repeats, using the proper form/posture my PT had taught me.  The difficult/exhaustion was not an issue.  The issue was frustration.  About a month ago, I was running 7.5 miles at a time.  Now I'm back down to what feels like 100 yards, but is in reality, .5 miles at a stretch.  This is going to take a while.

In the past I might have gotten down about this.  Not anymore.  I don't have anything that merits getting down about, whining about, complaining about.  Do I have necrosis in my hip?  No.  Do I have autism?  No.  Do I have testicular cancer?  No.  Alright then, get yer ass to work.  (For those who don't know, those references are to Floyd, J-Mac and LA).

PT Intervals

Today was my first time being allowed to run since going to see my new Physical Therapist for my hip.  I was allowed two five minute intervals of running, interspersed with five minutes of walking between.  I felt great.  The new posture worked fine.  Ok, in all honesty, I felt like I was running like a damn duck, but my fiance said I looked normal.

My PT has granted me another run between now and Monday's session.  This time with two more intervals.  I can't wait.  I can't believe I just said that.  I can't wait to run again.  Have I gone mad?

Oh, and one more thing, Floyd Landis, you are the f***ing man.  That was awesome today.

Things that make you go hmm....

Apparrently the ball of my right femur sits too far forward in my hip socket and this is the root of all the evil that plagues me these days.  So says my new PT.  I don't know if he's right or not, but he uses a tablet PC, so that's instant geek cred in my book.  No running for at least three weeks and lots of goofy exercises to undue the "damage" I've done over the last decade and a half.  We'll see if he knows his stuff or not.  I told him I was doing my Oly race, even if I have to walk the run portion.

Otherwise, morning training went well.  Did 30 min in the pool, working on the new stroke technique.  Its awkward, but I didn't drown, so I consider it a good workout.  2231 cals in yesterday; looking at round 2k today.  Nutrition tracking seems to be working well.  Now if I can just make it to spin tonight, it'll be a good day.