Showing posts with label God. Show all posts
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Friday, May 4, 2012

Shoes and Patience

I bumped my training up a level this week.  I've progressed in my fitness to the point that I can now...

... jog.  For 3 whole minutes at a time.

GAAAAAAAHHH!!!  Can it get much more frustrating and pedestrian than this???

I've been recovering from an injury, a strain in my right calf, for the last two months.  The first month, I did nothing but walk a few times a week.  Last month, I started jogging again, but no more than 2 minutes at a time with some walking rest, and no more than about 15 minutes jogging total in a workout.  Now I'm clear up to 3 minutes at a time and about 20 minutes total.

And after 2 such workouts this week, I'm actually feeling sore.  I'm rather put out by the whole thing, and I blame my shoes.  Yup, definitely the shoes' fault.

For my entire running career to date, shoes have been my arch-nemesis.  I have a rather unique physiological combination of "low-volume" feet and "flat" feet, and both have been a significant frustration over the years.

"Low-volume" is a polite way of saying "skinny."  They're not so narrow side-to-side, though, which is the dimension in which variable-width shoes are sized.  "Low-volume" means my feet are narrow top-to-bottom, which means that even "narrow" shoes often just don't fit.  Over the years I have gone through all sorts of methods to jury-rig shoes to get get them to stay on my feet, including wearing thick socks and stuffing extra insoles in to take up the extra room.  And even with all that, I still generally have to crank down the laces as far as they will go.

Now, that's all well and good, excepting that I also have flat feet, meaning my arch is naturally low and my feet naturally pronate (i.e., the foot/ankle rolls to the inside) more than the average bear when I take a step.  In and of itself, that's no big deal.  However, when you take a foot that moves laterally during the footstrike (as ALL feet do, to some extent: it's part of the body's natural shock-absorption system) and stuff an inch or more of squishy material under it (in my case, even adding extra squishy material to make the shoe fit), that lateral motion is amplified.  This leads to all sorts of common running maladies, especially the condition known as shin splints.  To combat this, manufacturers have developed "motion control" shoes, which use various densities of midsole (the squishy stuff) to somewhat reduce the rolling of the foot.  Problem solved... right?

Next issue: motion control shoes tend to be envisioned for runners that weigh about 250lbs.  They have names like "The Beast" and "Stabil."  They're big, beefy, heavy... and WIDE.

It's a vicious cycle.

Minimalist-Boot to the Head!
Many years ago, I "saw the light" regarding shoes.  Basically, less is more.  Biomechanically, the shoes we've worn all of our lives haven't really been doing us any favors.  Our feet were meant to sense the ground.  The whole system of our feet, ankles, knees, hips, etc., is rather elegant in its design, and - if you use the proper form - can easily take the stresses associated with running.  As near as I can tell, the only things we really need coverings on our feet for are protection from sharp objects and insulation from the cold...  NOT for cushioning or motion control!  The big, heavy, soft shoes we wear deaden the sensation between our feet and the ground, screw up our running stride, and essentially throw off the whole system: bad knees, bad hips, bad backs, bad ankles.

It's taken me about 10 years to finally find the solution to my dilemma, or at least the next step in getting there: minimalist shoes!  My personally favorites are Vibram Five Fingers, and they're the most comfortable shoes I've ever owned!  They're still a bit too "wide" to be a perfect fit, but I've thoroughly enjoyed them so far...

... and they've ALSO been a source a great frustration.  This bleedin' injury was caused by shoes that were meant to eliminate all those nagging running injuries.  Out of the pot and into the fire.

OK, so that's not completely fair.  In all honesty, the injury wasn't caused by the shoes.  It was caused by me taking my training too far, too fast, when my body wasn't ready to go there yet.  Because I've spent most of my 34 years mucking around in "regular" shoes, my Vibrams stress my feet, calves, and ankles in ways they're not used to being stressed.  It takes some time and effort to strengthen all those muscles and ligaments that haven't really been used for all those years.  I caught a blurb from another Vibram user saying you can expect it to take a full year to properly adapt to the shoes.

So I guess I really shouldn't be surprised that I got injured when I was doing "normal" runs (30+ min. with some strides, at 8:30 "easy" pace) after only about 6 months.  Aerobically, I was having a blast and starting to think about adding in a couple weekly interval workouts, starting to get into race shape.  But after each workout, my calves were... more sore than I'd expect.  Definitely more sore than I'd like to admit.  That sort of thing is a signal to not increase training, or even to decrease it.  I wanted to go forward, though... so I kept it up.  Sure enough... POP!  No more runny-runny for Brian.

This is where the patience part comes in.  The weather has been GLORIOUS.  Aerobically, I'm still in pretty decent shape, and I have this horrendous urge to get out and move.  These little walk-jog workouts barely cause me to sweat, much less breathe hard.  It's very frustrating, to say the least.

I've heard it said that you should never pray for patience.  God has a way of giving usu situations and opportunities to build patience (or whatever virtue you're lacking at the time), instead of just infusing us with the quality.  We, in general, seem to think this isn't fair, 'cause the process is rarely fun, and usually rather unpleasant.  We have to keep in mind, though, that God isn't so concerned with our pleasure, but the character that we're developing through the course of our lives.  The trick is finding the pleasure - the joy - within the process.

My one saving grace is this: I keep telling myself that this will be better for me in the long run.  If I go through the pedantic process of properly strengthening my feet and legs, I shouldn't have this sort of trouble again.  It'll benefit everything I do.  I just have to have the patience to get through it all...

<walk... jog... walk... jog... walk...>

... 'cause the hills, and the track, and the races, they do be callin' to me...

Monday, March 5, 2012

Injuries and God

Here in Colorado, the nutzy yo-yo weather of late winter finally seems to have broken.  The sun is out, temps are flirting with the mid-60's, just a gentle breeze... in short, it's glorious running weather, and I'm itchin' to get outside!

But this week... I'm recovering from an injury.  No running for me.

I am pout.

This particular injury is some kind of minor strain in my right calf/achilles.  About 2 weeks ago, during the strides at the end of a 30 minute run, something went <YOINK!> and I sorta hobbled home.  It wasn't bad, but enough that I wasn't going to push it.  It felt something like a cross between a tear and a cramp.  After a couple days off, I hit the treadmill (it was silly cold and windy outside) to test things out... and barely made a mile, again stopping at the point where I knew I hadn't hurt it any more but was definitely headed that way.  A very frustrated Brian went back to the drawing board...

A couple days later I tried a different strategy.  I again used the treadmill, mostly because it was a highly controlled environment, and started off just walking.  After a couple minutes, I bumped up the speed by half a mile per hour to a fast walk.  So far so good.  Up by another 0.5 and I was jogging really slow, and every 2 minutes I kept increasing my speed to the point where I felt my calf tiring more than I would expect, then dropped it back down to a walk and repeated the cycle, sort of a slow "acceleration run" (see Daniels 5-15k training plan).  After 2 sets of 4 min. walk/8 min. jog, I could definitely tell it was time to stop, but, again, it wasn't to the point of pain.  Two days later I tried again, this time going for 2 sets of 10 min. jog, and it felt really good, strong, with no hint of tiring or pain in the calf.  Rock on.

Now, in this last set, I still hadn't gone any faster than just over 9:00/mile, and "normal" easy runs for me are in the 8:15-8:45 range.

After another 2 days of rest, I hit it again, this time going for sets of 12 minutes, where the last 2 minutes would be right about "normal" pace.  Everything went fine...

... until the very last 2 minutes.  <YOINK> and I hobbled home again.  Couldn't push off that foot when walking, much worse than when it first happened.  Even iced it that night (which isn't something I often do).

So, as I was laying there on the couch, feeling frustrated and angry and miserable about myself, I started praying.  When I got done with the obligatory "God, what the *&$# is going on??!!!" I started asking, "OK, what should I do next?"  After all, I was at my wits end, and I really desired to move beyond this and get into some real training (I can only handle so much easy jogging before I have to go find a track or a long hill and really punish myself... yeah, it's weird, but that's just me).

First observation: why are we so pig-headed that we wait until AFTER we're at our OWN wits end to ask this question?  Ever notice how it's always after everything has already gone wrong?  Wouldn't it make sense to ask it first and just avoid all the drama?

Back to my prayer: in response, I heard, "Do you trust Me?"

Next observation: EVERYTHING in life comes down to level of trust in God.  Period.  And most of us have been pretty screwed up and twisted around by the world and have some major trust issues, especially when it comes to God.  So, when I heard this return question, it really made me cringe a little bit; usually, it means I'm about to be asked to do something I'd rather not do.

Third observation: why, when we're being asked of something by God, do we automatically think it's a bad thing?  Are we really so arrogant to think that our plan is better than His?


And yet... we still tend to not listen.

So, this time, I sighed a heavy sigh and said, "OK, I trust you... what should I do?"

"Don't run for a week; 7 days, no running."

"BUT... NO!  It's supposed to be so nice next week, and... and I've got a training schedule and I'm already behind on it... and... can't you just zap it make it all better??!"

"Do you trust Me?"

<siiiigh> "OK... no running for a week."

Why is that so hard to do?

Anyway, I'm now looking out the window at a gorgeous Monday afternoon and wishing my calf weren't sore so I could be out running.  I won't run until Saturday, though, even if I feel good enough to, 'cause Papa said so.  And you can bet when I get up Saturday morning that the first thing I'll do is ask Him exactly what KIND of workout I should do, and then I'll do THAT and not whatever has popped into my head in the meantime.

Final observation: wouldn't it make sense to do that with everything we do?  After all, we Christians call ourselves followers of Christ.  Something tells me that that isn't just a euphemism for "believe in."  To follow, we require instructions, otherwise we're just staggering around blindly.  Yes, the Bible is the first source for that, but I have yet to find the verse that says, "And on the 3rd day, runneth thou four sets of nineteen thousand cubits, and resteth thou two minutes."  For that kind of direction, we gotta ask the question.

And we gotta listen to the answer.