After completing the Mines of Spain 100, my body was a little bit of a wreck. Undoubtedly I was tired and I wished for a small but steady stream of food to trickle into my mouth plus every muscle ached.
I napped and ate my way through the week. And as for my aches and pains, I was doing every trick I knew- sports creams, self-massages, pain shakes loaded with anti-inflammatory fruits and vegetables. I kept away from my foam rollers and anything aggressive. Recovery was about rest and gentle, active recovery.
I was walking almost normally around the house within 3 or 4 days and really wanted to stretch my legs bit more. In our neighborhood, we have a small loop about .6 of a mile- a far cry from 100 miles- and I felt certain I would be able to walk it with Kaci. I put on my shoes and we headed out. There were a few niggles and tight spots but almost everything was feeling pretty good but as we rounded the last couple blocks, my Achilles tendons started hurting. They had hurt during my race, though I ignored the pain as there was nothing I could do to fix them and it wouldn’t prevent from me finishing. However during Kaci’s and my walk, the pain was increasingly unpleasant and eventually I took off both my shoes and socks and we walked the last few blocks home barefoot. I tried several different shoes but could only walk wearing Birkenstock sandals.
Kaci waiting for me to get up from another nap |
When nothing had improved after three weeks, I reached out to my friend and physical therapist to set up an appointment to figure this heel thing out. I didn’t miss running per se, but I did miss having the option to run. I also knew the enforced rest was not a bad thing. I had just had a fairly monumental training and racing season and I often rush back to hard training little too soon. Plus, I wanted to wear normal shoes soon. Winter was coming and while I was fine with the Birks and thick socks look (thanks kids for always resurrecting fashion trends), socks and sandals were not weather resistant.
PT IronAnne (she completed her second full Ironman in September) examined me and determined I had Achilles tendonitis. Essentially my Achilles were aggravated and swollen from extreme use. I spent hours in her office stretching, balancing, and strengthening my feet, heels and calves. At the end of the sessions she would massaged the tendons and muscles and then secure these giant positive/negative strips to my heels. My rudimentary understanding is that the two ends work to supply extra blood flow to the affected area thus reducing inflammation. It’s not invasive or painful and also I cannot jumpstart a car with them.
All of this continued for 3 or 4 weeks until one week when I tried the exercises with shoes on, I noticed my Achilles no longer hurt. Tears came to my eyes. When you are injured or sick, even though you know it’s not true, you often think this is just the way you will be from now on. After a couple more weeks of physical therapy, Anne rewarded me by letting me run my first mile in the Alter-G.
The hardest part was wriggling these on |
Running at 65% body weight is a goofy feeling. Since I could not feel the full weight of my foot strikes, I felt as though my legs were flailing under me. Surely Anne thought my running form was more like a newborn giraffe rather than a seasoned runner.
But that first mile felt so amazing! I hadn’t run a full mile since mile 50 or so in my race. And my Achilles hadn’t hurt. I peeled off my sweaty tutu shorts elated.
Eventually the inflammation went away even as I increased my mileage on both the Alter-G and then regular treadmills. Ready to run a short distance outside, Anne gave me the clearance to do so the week after Christmas.
Properly warmed-up, I took a short, easy 1.6 mile run outside on the last day of 2021. It was another amazing feeling!