So, after racing 140.6 miles (if you really want to call what I do "racing"), I have destroyed myself with the following:
1. One 5k race in 23:47.
2. One "speed" workout three days later consisting of 8x400 in about 1:40 ea.
3. One 5 mile fartlek run yesterday (7 days after the "speed") when I thought I was feeling better.
I know. Not terribly impressive. Lots of people can go way faster. But it was fun, and felt good . . . mostly. . . .
Now, my biceps femoris, (aka the my hamstring) is in complete rebellion. I groan when I bend over or need help getting up from a chair. I even woke in my sleep because it hurt last night.
In short, I am now 82 years old and have somehow skipped the 41 years between my post-Ironman birthday and the rest home.
"I'VE FALLEN . . . AND I CAN'T GET UP!"
I really had been enjoying running, my first love, and I REALLY wanted to try to run fast. I had signed up for a February marathon and I was going to give my all to achieve a PR. Now? All is in doubt. If I'm going to run fast in February, I need to be putting in time on my feet now.
Anybody have any magical cures for the bad hamstring that don't involve giving up speed work?
Maybe this is my body's way of telling me it's time to do that swim block or get on the bike trainer.