I read an awesome story talking about a 91-year-old woman, Olga Kotelko, who competes at track and field events. Not only do I now have a goal for myself 60+ years in the future, but I got a good quote out of it.
“If you undertrain, you might not finish,” she says. “If you overtrain, you might not start.”
To quote a very old favorite song, ‘message received, loud and clear”.
Where is my personal line between under-training and over-training? I did a dumb-dumb today. As I mentioned earlier, one of my goals for December is to run a minimum of 1 mile each day. I had a coffee date with Val this morning and decided to run to our date. I knew this was an ambitious decision being that it is roughly 4 miles, round trip. Side note: my Garmin said it was 1.86 there and 1.98 back, despite my taking the same route both ways. This flies in the face of basically every science I can name, but a Garmin never lies, right? 😉 My right hamstrings started to get tight on the way there, but nothing too bad. The way home was not so hot. I made it a mile before the weakness set in. I played it smart and pretty much walked the rest of the way (I couldn’t resist the one hill I had on my route, which peaks at a 20% grade). No biggie.
I rolled both my legs from waist to ankle for at least 10 minutes total. That’s according to the clock, because according to my brain and body I was foam-rolling for at least a full hour.
Then I went on to do my P90X workout. The schedule said cardio, but after 4 miles I figured I had already covered the cardio part of my day. I opted to do the back & biceps workout instead. It was fine, but I need some heavier weights. Or to just get the bands.
Since my quarter is over, it’s time to deep clean the house. During the quarter I can only tackle one room a day and the messiest room always wins. Now I can deep clean, which I crave. Not that we’ve lived in squalor for the last 12 weeks or anything, but it’s not up to my standards.
Which brings me to my point. I jacked up my knee something serious while cleaning today. All I did was step forward, trying to hand something to Thor and it did that same old ‘pop’. Note: this is a feeling, not an audible sound. I did one of those “GAH!” verbalizations when it happened and he could obviously see the pain on my face. I could see it scared him a little, but he very sweetly offered to get me an ice pack (which he can’t actually reach, but it’s the thought that counts).
I’m not sure how it happened. I think I had my foot planted and was rotating at my knee. Dumb-dumb. Or maybe it was like the first time and I was in a side-lunge position and my knee came out over my toes. Dumb-dumb. All I know is I was in the process of turning around and my knee collapsed. This is sucky timing. I refuse to let this affect my inspiration, motivation or aspirations.
Plan of attack: BE CAREFUL.
How I will meet this plan: continuing to ice my knee, roll out the dang hamstrings, and generally get stretchy with my lower half. I’ll be wrapping my knee until I quit trying to turn and bend it at the same time.
Is there a better way to find the line between under-training and over-training BESIDES hurting myself?
ETA: I thought I posted this last night, but clearly not. Good news: no knee pain this morning. But I’m walking like I’m recovering from knee surgery, just to be safe.