5 People Every Runner Should Have on Speed Dial {Dealing with Injury During Marathon Training}

   Whether you’re a seasoned runner or training for your first marathon, you’ve probably noticed feelings you’ve never experienced before…and I’m not talking about the glorious runner’s high we’re always chasing. No, I’m talking about that weird twitch on the outside of your knee, or the shooting pain along the bottom of your foot when you stumble out of bed in the morning…or – as I most recently experienced – that amazing sensation where your back seizes up when you try to unfold your body, leading you to double over in pain and let out the most God-awful moan.

   Now, I know there are those people who are just Born To Run. They NEVER have injuries – except the occasional pain that is immediately alleviate with ten minutes on the foam roller. They run a casual 40-miles a week. Their PR goals have been whittled down to seconds… No, I’m NOT jealous!!!! I’M NOT JEALOUS…

   I trained for my first marathon relatively unscathed, but in my second training season I began having low back pain. This was no surprise considering my mother, my sister, my aunt and my niece have all had back surgeries. And as my running goals have grown, so has my injury list. I’ve had plantar fasciitis, medial knee pain, weak hip flexors…and now we’re back to low-back pain. It’s the circle of injury!

   But I’ve become addicted to running. It’s not a hobby, it’s not a job, it’s just who I am…I know non-runners would NEVER understand this, but it’s as much a part of who I am as being a mother. It just is – with no explanation or reasoning… So when I face injuries, it is devastating. The thought of not being able to run induces chest-tightening, heart-racing, irrational panic attack symptoms.

   Here is the dream –team of people who keep me moving. It may not be pretty, it may not be fast, but it’s enough to feed my soul!

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Yesterday was the first day of 'Spring' Marathon Training Season for a lot of running groups across the country/world - and I use the term 'spring' very loosely because it felt anything but.

In Cincinnati, the temperature hovered around 5 degrees during our run. Fortunately, it wasn't too bad out...even though I know people driving by us thought we were bat-sh@# crazy as their heaters pumped warm air on their faces!

Even though you've signed-up for a spring marathon; your training begins when it is frigid, bitter cold out. Despite the fact that you may want to train on a treadmill (it's fine in moderation) you still need to be out on the roads where you can train your body to climb natural inclines, make turns and dodge potholes. These arctic temps make running attire SO important.

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Cincinnati Marathon Training {'Twas the Night Before Spring Training}

A Little Poem for All My Running Friends! See ya in the morning...when it's a balmy five degrees outside...

‘Twas the night before spring training, when all through the group; All Runners were ready, our bodies recouped.

Garmins were charging on counters with care, in hopes our favorite pace coaches soon would be there.

Running shoes were nestled at the foot of our beds, as visions of 5:30 wake-up calls danced through our heads.

Two layers of pants plus our favorite neck warmers, Lord – keep ice from falling off overhead dormers.

When outside on the sidewalks there arose such a clatter, the bums sprang from the street corners to see what was the matter.

Away to the streets we flew like a flash, praying no ice would cause us to crash.

The wind through the streets of the sleeping city, beats us alive and leaves us all gritty.

When what to our wondering eyes should we see, but a water stop with Kleenex... “Achoo!” “Bless, Me!”

More rapid than eagles the runners we came; and they cheered, and encouraged, and called us by name.

“Now Group A, Group B, and Group C all Alike, Continue to Run…Have no Fright! From the top of the bridge to the base of the Flood Wall! Now Dash Away! Dash Away! Dash Away all!”

So up through the city-streets of the course we flew, with pouches and pockets full of beans and GU.

We were dressed all in dry wick, from our head to our feet. And our clothes were all sweaty and boy did we stink.

Blinking bright lights were attached to our backs, and we looked like mental patients…totally out of whack!

But our eyes – how they twinkle! Our dimples how merry… Our cheeks like roses, our noses like frozen cherries.

And our half-visible mouths all drawn up like bows, and the sweat on our chins as white as the snow.

Sticks of Gel Blocks we held tight in their teeth; frozen temps and chewing give us some grief.

Some of us are chubby and plump; others are slim with washboards. But the road doesn’t care…it doesn’t keep score.

Groups travel in packs, others like to be alone; some torture their bodies for a few hours from home.

We travel the course, we make every turn... returning with only minor windburn.

But we all exclaim as we run out of sight – Happy Marathon Training to all, and to all a good night!