Migraines and Injuries.
Not a great week.
After two days off (thanks, Hal), I woke up Sunday morning and started getting dressed for my long run – 11 miles. Made it as far as my left sock when I noticed a little spot floating in front of my eyes. This could mean one of two possibilities: either I inadvertently looked into a bright light, or it was the start of a migraine aura. I sat there with one sock on, one sock off and waited. Within a couple of minutes, I knew a migraine was on the way.
I’ve gotten migraines since I was 16 or 17 years old. It starts with the aura – first a small spot exactly as if you looked into a small bright light. Barely noticeable, but slightly annoying, especially if you are trying to read something. Slowly, it grows and starts forming an abstract shape. The edges start to shimmer. It grows and grows over the next half hour or so until it fills a large percentage of my field of vision. For me, it’s usually the left side. At its peak, I may lose 40-60% of my vision. Driving would be impossible. So would reading. Usually, after almost precisely 30 minutes, the aura suddenly disappears completely. Then the migraine itself begins. i.e. pain. Actually, my migraines aren’t so painful compared to many of the people I know who get them. They aren’t exactly enjoyable, but it’s not the debilitating, hide-in-a-dark-quiet-room kind of pain. In fact, for several years I would usually just get the aura and then no pain at all. However, pain or not, it leaves me in a very out-of-it, spacey, hungover state for the rest of the day, often into the next day.
Anyway, as soon as I realized this was a migraine I was having, I knew a run was out of the question. I changed out of my running clothes, popped a few Advil, and went back to bed. The pain never got too bad, but I never got out for my long run that Sunday either.
Monday I woke up and felt better, and as it was Labor Day and I had the day off, it was perfect to make up the long run. I did 11 miles at an average pace of 8:58 per mile. A really rocking run. I felt great, and strong. Had a nice pleasant burn going in my legs, other than that, no pain.
Tuesday had a 4.5 mile run in store. Accomplished that without any problems, but the rest of the day, I definitely noticed that my legs were feeling the need for a day off. But it wasn’t in the schedule, so I got up this morning for my speed work: 8 x 400 meters. 200 meter jog in between each set, with a mile warm up and mile cool down.
In recent weeks I’ve been doing the 400′s at a pace of between 7:00 and 7:15. Today, I was struggling. Some of them were OK, several of them it was all I could do to keep it under 7:30. And even then I needed to walk for up to half of the rest interval. I got to the last one and thought, “OK, last lap, let’s just kick it out and end on a win.”
Cruising along, tough but dealing with it OK, checking the Garmin. 0.22 miles to go, 0.12, 500 feet, 450, 400, 350… pace holding steady at 7:00 or just under…
SPROING!
I swear it was like a tightly stretched spring in my hamstring, just above the back of the knee, had just snapped. There was no conscious thought about whether or not I should stop or just finish up the lap. The brakes were locked and I bounced to a standstill. I knew the run was essentially over. I walked in the rest of the 400. When I had my breath back, I tried a slow jog. I made it 2 steps. Walked a few more minutes. Tried to jog again, a bit slower. Ouch. Waited a bit longer and tried jogging as slow as I possibly could. Thought it might be OK, but after half a dozen steps, I knew it was not to be. I walked home the last cool down mile.
It wasn’t that bad all day. Didn’t really hurt, and in general walking was not a problem. But by quitting time, it was starting to flare up. Got home and have been RICEing. At this point I’m 90% sure that I’m out of the running for this Sunday’s 5K. I’m going to take a couple of days off and see how it feels on Saturday. Maybe try an easy run and decide what to do from there. But I have no real interest in running a crappy 5K, scoring my first DNF, or worse yet, injuring myself more and endangering my half marathon in October. In fact, while writing this, I think my certainty about not racing went up to 95%.
On the plus side, looks like I’ll be getting back to my core workouts this week!

































