I try really hard to be open minded about things. I try not to assume that I'm right and 'they're' wrong.
Sometimes though, I get a shock because something I took for granted suddenly gets blown apart. When something that seems so obvious that it's not even worth thinking about turns out to be wrong - well, it messes with my head.
Geoff messed with my head. He is my chiropractor who regularly saves my legs when they start acting up. I went to see him yesterday. I told him that I had been running well and virtually pain free for a few weeks. Then, on Tuesday, things flared up. Tight calves, shins, ankles, feet - the works.
We talked about what it could be. I told him that I had a great 20k long run last Saturday. I confirmed that, as instructed by our coach, I slowed my pace by about 20-30 seconds per kilometre. He smiled. Ah ha! That's probably the problem.
In my world - the one full of rainbows, faeries and wizards - it makes complete sense that when you take it easy on a run, it's easier on your body.
It's a no brainer.
So I thought.
Geoff said that the slower a person runs, the longer their feet are in contact with the ground. Therefore the more pressure on the body with each step. In my case, it may have caused a flare up.
So my fall back plan of running more slowly when I'm hurting could actually be hurting me?
My world is shattered.
What else have I been doing ass backwards?
Moving on to cycling for a moment - has anyone been watching the Tour de France?
It has become an evening ritual and Doug and I sit glued to the television every night watching the race.
When it comes to running - I have been amazed, impressed, humbled and any other word you can think of when watching elite runners keep a pace for two hours that I couldn't sustain for 2 minutes.
But I know that, given the right motivation, I could hit their pace - even for a minute or two.
Cycling is different beast entirely. These guys sustain a pace for hours that I can't even hit. The other day they were cycling at 55km/hour. For hours. I don't even know how a human does that. I've exerted myself to what feels like my max and can't hit 35km/hour - even for a second. I barely hit 50k/hour on a downhill.
It's incomprehensible to me how they do it.
And don't even get me started about how horrifying it is to watch them ride down a mountain at 80+km/hour. Going around hairpin turns. With no barricade to separate them from a horrible death. It's normally at that point when they nonchalantly reach into their back pocket, grab a power bar, rip it open and start snacking.
I would be curled up in the fetal position by the side of the road crying - please don't make me ride down that mountain. I'll die!
Lesson for today? I need to run faster. I need to cycle faster.
Someday I'm going to find myself a sport where going slowly is the objective.
Wouldn't that be a nice change of pace?