This morning I went out for a 12-miler and made it 10 steps before my leg said, "Nope. Not gonna happen." When you know, you know...
I turned around, went home, and e-mailed my coach about Plan B.
Plan B = 30 minutes elliptical, 15 minutes stair machine, 30 minutes elliptical
Alrighty then. Let's stay positive. At least I can still workout. Just got some new songs on my iPod. It's all good.
You can imagine my thoughts when I walked into the Marine Corps Base gym and saw two of these:
SHUT THE FRONT DOOR!!! AN ALTER-G?!?!
I was grinning from ear-to-ear.
If that's not God's way of saying, "You're welcome," I don't know what is!!!!
I mean, come on! Yuma doesn't even have a Macy's. Or a Chik-Fil-A. Or a Chipotle. Or even a Costco!
But lo and behold the day that I hang it up and decide it's time for cross-training, I find that the gym now has two anti-gravity treadmills.
So I got my brief on how to use it and jumped right to it after 30 minutes on the elliptical.
I was able to do 7 miles at about 40% of my body weight comfortably. I went up to 45% and my leg got a tad achy. After talking to my coach and describing my symptoms, it sounds like I may have posterior tibial tendonitis. I've been WAY too aggressive about changing my footstrike. I was a moderate heel-striker, and I think I actually got a little carried away and changed up to practically a forefoot strike. Too much. And now I am paying for it.
At any rate, what's done is done. I'm going to be re-habbing on this guy + elliptical + stair machine. And icing. And calf raises. And finding a comfortable footstrike.
And continuing to say THANK YOU to the man upstairs.