Drinking Beers and Training Like Animals.
It was a motto, a mantra, a mindset. That was nearly two years ago, and life goes by quick. What's changed in two years? Anything?
Am I still drinking beers and training like an animal? Let's break that question down separately:
Q1. Am I still drinking beers?
A1: The short answer is yes. The longer answer is longer. I certainly continue to drink beers, and on occasion, revisit my wilder days, reaching back to when I cut my teeth at JMU. Very rarely do I actually enjoy that anymore. I guess when you turn 27 and have been working for two years, your body craves rest and relaxation more than drunken nights and hungover mornings (or maybe full hungover days). The beer I drink is far different as well. I hardly ever drink light beer anymore, and instead prefer my microbrew/craft beers (preferably from Virginia). Call me a beer snob, whatever. But to really answer the beer question, we should stop beating around the bush: Beer is not Paleo-approved...
Q2: Am I still training like an animal?
A2: Let's see. At the time of my most recent postings, I had just signed up for the Richmond Marathon as a way to keep myself busy, mentally and physically, or to self-medicate if you will. I quickly learned that it's not easy to balance a full-time job, marathon training, and hot, humid Richmond afternoons, if you want to train effectively. And, in reality, my body felt like shit. My left hip hurt me constantly, I felt terrible running, and running was no longer enjoyable to me. So I quit. I gave up running for about 4 months. I started lifting weights again. I rehabbed my poor little torn pec, and was able to put up a solid 145 pounds on the bench press. I was jacked -- at least I thought. In reality, I got fat. I was doing zero cardio, save for my 10 minute warm-up on the elliptical. I had not found Paleo, and was still taking down far too many carbohydrates when it wasn't needed. I got fat. My girlfriend (You read that right. She's back. And I'm happy), told me I was gaining muscle. In reality, she knew it: I got fat. Something had to change.
The magic of the needles. The first step to getting back on track was getting my body (mainly my left hip) feeling better. That's when I found dry needling -- and was able to fix my hip. I started running again. I also dabbled into the paleo diet for a while, which opened my eyes to the way I had been eating, and how un-necessary it was if I wasn't running 80 MPW during marathon training. I slimmed down. On a long weekend vacation to Charleston, sitting on the train, I decided that I was going to run the Richmond Marathon in 2013. I wrote a loose training plan for how I would structure my build up, and how my mileage would progress from mid April through mid November. I bought a new book and committed to a new marathon training program -- the Hansons Program. I got back in shape.
In early July, I started training. I was working out. Doing mile repeats on the University of Richmond track at 6:30 in the morning in the stifling humidity. My mileage was increasing. Eight mile tempo runs at race pace were tough, but do-able. I was getting fit.
That's when we really took "Drinking Beers and Training Like Animals" to heart.
On the Friday before leaving for our week-long beach trip to Nags Head, Kyle arrived after I'd returned from work. You might remember Kyle. We decided on an easy 7 mile run before our 15 mile long-run on Skyline drive the next day. The run went well. We celebrated being on vacation with a pasta dinner and a couple bottles of wine at my girlfriend's house (yes, her again). That ultimately turned into many more beers, Cranium, rooftop pool sitting (with beers), and a 3 AM lift session in my apartment gym (with beers).
Waking up the next morning was tough. And we still had 15 miles on the schedule, on Skyline drive. That plan quickly changed, and we decided to stay local. My typical long run route of Riverside Drive is not Skyline, but it's certainly not easy. Remarkably, I felt great! The humidity was down and a coolness was in the air, even on a mid September late morning. I got through that run with nothing but tired legs. I was optimistic.
Then I realized I'd lost my wallet the night before. After searching everywhere, It was nowhere to be found. I resigned myself to the fact that (on the eve of a week long vacation), I would be without my wallet, drivers license, check card, and credit card, in Nags Head. Foreshadowing of what was to come? Maybe.
Then I found my wallet. I still have no idea where it was, but it had been turned into our apartment's management office. I've probably never been happier in my life.
We decided that instead of waking up early and doing our 8 mile training run the next morning, we would sleep in a bit, and run in the evening after getting to Nags Head. That plan was awesome, until I had 3 beers, wings, and watched the damn Redskins get their asses kicked that afternoon before my run. Needless to say, all of that plus already tired legs made that run pretty difficult. Also, Kyle pushed the pace. Asshole. It might have been then that I started to notice a tightness in my left groin.
Monday's run was mediocre at best, and I knew that Tuesday was my last set of mile repeats before switching to longer, strength based intervals. Lucky for us, we found a track nearby. What wasn't lucky for us was 20+ MPH winds smack in the middle of our workout. I believe my goal time was 6:00/mile x 3 miles. I believe my splits went something like this: (6:07, 6:32, 6:47). I also felt increasing pain in my left hip. I was in desperate need of a day off. Luckily, Wednesday was just that. I rested.
Thursday was another 8 mile tempo run. After one mile, feeling pain in my left leg and absolutely suffering otherwise, I pulled the plug. Another day of rest, try again tomorrow. Tomorrow was no better. I was limping on my left leg. I didn't know what was going on. I was pissed.
Fast-forward to the part that I realized that the pain in my left leg was probably a stress-fracture in my femur. In my heart, I knew what it was. But I took a week off to see if maybe it was just something muscular and it would go away. Dry needling didn't help at all. I was still in pain. So I got a bone scan to confirm what I already knew: stress fracture in my femur.
All the while, I had the Ragnar Relay fast approaching, which would serve as a nice break from the monotony of marathon training. I was fit, I was running one of the longest legs, and I was ready to throw down with my team. Well, not anymore! I missed the race, and with the assistance of my trusty crutches, started my 8 week healing period. (And oh yeah, that obviously meant that I couldn't run the marathon in November).
And and heal I did. I ran for the first time (ironically enough), on the eve of the Richmond marathon. It was a mile of one minute jog, one minute walk on the treadmill. It was not much, but it was something. Slowly, I started building. I ran 3 miles at once, no walk breaks. I ran 4. I ran 5. I even ran 7. I was also lifting weights again. I started doing squats. I was doing weighted lunges. I was running tempo runs! I was doing ALL of that, every day, with hardly any days off. I was being an idiot.
On the morning of the Super Bowl (February 2nd I believe), I woke up with a throbbing in my leg. The throb was familiar. I had an 8 mile run on the schedule for the day (shorter than my typical Super Bowl 10 miler, but I was just building back up after my injury). I wrestled with what I should do, given the familiar throb in my leg. Against my desires, but going with my best judgement, I didn't run. I took 3 days off. I tested it out the next week and something just didn't feel right.
You guessed it. RE-FRACTURED MY LEG.
I kept lifting weights. I kept riding the elliptical. The pain didn't go away. I downgraded to the bike. The pain didn't go away. I cut out all cardio, and kept lifting weights. The pain didn't go away. I finally realized that I needed to completely shut down, to let my leg heal. So I got back on my crutch. I stopped exercising. I stopped walking at lunch. I let myself heal. And finally, I did.
I ran for the first time in late April, and now, coming full circle, I had the next Ragnar Relay less than 2 months away. I was not going to miss out. I built up slowly. I didn't lift my legs. I pushed the envelope, toeing the line of training too much. But ultimately, I ran the race.
I sit here today, over two weeks removed from Ragnar. I took a week off, and rested. I have now started training. My leg is still sore from time to time, but I am running, and I am confident that I am healed. I now have the opportunity to build appropriately, so that this time, I don't screw it up again.
So am I still training like an animal? That's debatable. At 27 years old now, I like to think that I've learned some things. I like to think that I've matured in the sense that I won't make those mistakes again. I'm still pushing the envelope, and still making some bad decisions, but I hope that this has taught me that lesson. DON'T BE AN IDIOT.
So now the goal is to turn my body into a machine. I want to run, I want to lift. I want to do pull-ups and push-ups. I want to run a half marathon in a respectable time for a guy who weighs 140 and benches 150 for 3 sets of 8. I want to avoid injury.
Drinking beers and training like an animal? Maybe having a beer and training like a caveman.
Or maybe I'll just throw caution to the wind...
