With two weeks to go before Condura Marathon, most of the guys joining the Full are already tapering. I, on the other hand, am still trying to put in some serious mileage and serious tempo runs. I ran a close to 18 kilometers last Thursday to make up for my lack of mileage since Cebu Marathon and it felt great. The run was simple and easy; nothing too taxing on my knees.
The week ended with that run and before I knew it, it was Monday again. Even if I spent the day at home working, it was still a very busy day. The day ended with a lot of stress on my back. As the sun drew closer to the ground, it only meant that I’d be donning my running clothes again for a run. Running was my current outlet for frustration and stress lately and it has been really helpful.
I planned to tempo a 5k yesterday and the plan just turned out to be just a plan. I actually got to it really fast and I was running with a pace unheard of in my vocabulary. It all went crazy on my last loop around our subdivision. Just as I was starting my attack on my final loop, I felt a very sharp stinging pain on my knee. It felt like Sauron hammered it with his magic mace and it felt agonizingly painful; Lord of the Rings painful. It stopped me in my attack. I walked back to my house in pain. I slept and called it a day. It really wasn’t my day to start with anyway.
Tuesday came and it felt a lot better than the previous one. Work went much smoother and faster even with a little problems on the side but it never turned into something to hot to handle. Tuesday ended pretty fast and before I knew it, I was already downstairs in my car changing and getting ready to run. I wanted to make the run longer this time so I took it easy and ran at a very easy pace. I didn’t want the sharp pain on my knee to come back. I didn’t want to injure myself with just two weeks left before my revenge at the 42 kilometer distance at Condura. I ran my usual 10 kilometer route around Fort Bonifacio and Mckinley hill. It was all perfect up until I was going down Mckinley hill. The sharp Suaron blow like pain was back bothering my knee but it wasn’t as bad as Monday. I slowed down but I kept on running. Could this be because of my lack in mileage? Could this be my pact with the devil haunting me? Could this be the end of my running life?
It was a good thing that only the first question could be answered with a yes. I took it easy on my way to Bonifacio High Street. Thank the Lords that I made it in one piece. I should be tapering but I need to keep my endurance up. I can’t help but run. Please excuse me for being stubborn and hard headed.
See you in Condura!