Last week I started running again. Two short runs during the week went well — minimal pain and my legs felt good. While I could still feel that spot on my heel, it was only sporadic … and I didn’t have any pain afterwards.

I was a little nervous about my long run on Saturday. I joined a few people from my training group to run an 8K course that was mapped out for a race the next day.  It’s a cross country route, going through fields, asphalt and trails. While they’d be doing three loops, I figured I’d be happy with two.

I was hoping to run one loop and run/walk the second, but I felt good enough to run both (with walk breaks at the biggest hill … which I always walk even when racing this course).  While I was running out of steam at the end of the second loop, I finished only a minute slower than the first. I’ll call that a successful run!

Still, I’m a bit behind in marathon training. I took off three full weeks, plus the last week before the break I cut my long run in half. I know I need to be careful as I jump back into training.

While my long runs aren’t where I want them to be at this point, my base was good up until my injury. I’m optimistic that  I’ll still be able to get back on track, but I am also aware I may have to make some changes.

When looking at my calendar this week, I realized I have a conflict on the day of the 50K I wanted to run.  Turns out I have a choral performance that night; there’s no way I will be able to be ready to perform at 8pm. The race is an hour away, starts at 8am, and has an eight-hour time limit (that I may need to use all of — being my first ultra, I have no idea!).

So now I have a decision.  Do I want to find another 50K? There happens to be one the next day in Virginia, though again the concert the night before is not ideal race prep. There’s another nearby in December , but then my marathon placement isn’t right.

With my training setback, I also realize that this might not be my time for a 50K. I can try again next year or in the spring.

But where does that leave my marathons?

I originally was only going to do Baltimore (October 15), but added Marine Corps (October 30) thinking it would be a good training run for the 50K.

Without a 50K, do I still want to run two marathons in two weeks?

I can drop Baltimore to the half but would have to decide soon — once the race is sells out (it’s close!) I won’t be able to switch. If I do drop to the half, it gives me more time to get into marathon shape for Marine Corps.

Then again, my mileage will be up to ~20 miles by then anyway … so I can change my strategy and run Baltimore as a training run.

Or I can drop Baltimore to the half, run Marine Corps, and add a late-November marathon to train for the December 50K.

What would you do?

I’m pretty sure I’ve made up my mind as I’ve been typing up these scenarios, but you may be able to talk me into a more-sensible (or ridiculous!) decision!

I’m six weeks into a 22-week plan for a busy fall schedule:

• Baltimore Marathon – October 15
• Marine Corps Marathon – October 30
• Veteran’s Day 50K – November 12

This will be my first time running a 50K, and my first time running two marathons so close together. I’m a little nervous, but was excited to start training. The first three weeks felt great, and I was happy with my mileage.

But that 15-mile week was not supposed to be a cutback week.

I started having some pain in my foot, kind of on the inside of my heel. It would sometimes feel a little better after I warmed up, but it was still noticeable. It wasn’t stopping me from running, but it was concerning. I only ran six miles on my scheduled 12-mile day.

I took a few days off and went on a trial run the following week, but I cut it short after only one mile. I’ve run through my share of minor aches and pains, but this foot thing wasn’t going away. I was not only worried about making it worse. I also worried I might change my gait and hurt something else. More rest was needed.

Fortunately, I had a vacation planned. We spent all of last week on Hatteras Island — part of North Carolina’s Outer Banks. While I usually enjoy my beach runs, this summer they were replaced by long bike rides.

We spend our days reading either on the decks of our rental house or at the beach, so I didn’t have to spend too much time on my feet. Walking on the sand was a bit painful, but fortunately not too long of a walk.

I’m hopeful that it’s starting to feel better, though I won’t know for sure until I try running again. I’ll go on a short trial run in a couple days, and then decide if I can gradually start running again.

Hopefully rest will be enough, but I’ll see a doctor if it isn’t better soon.

In my eight years running, this is the first time an injury has made me stop running completely. It’s hard seeing people out there enjoying their runs. I miss it!

On Sunday, May 22, I joined my friends for a road trip to Mechanicsville, MD to go play in the mud!

I’ve never been one to like getting dirty, but when they suggested signing up for the Warrior Dash months ago, I just had to be a part of it. Hello, fuzzy warrior helmets to all racers? Oh yeah.

I wasn’t so sure how all the obstacles were going to go, and wasn’t at all prepared for running in the mud … but I’m happy to report all went well and I loved every muddy minute!

We lined up in the corral before our 1pm start and waited for the countdown. When they hit zero and started shooting fire in the air, we were on our way into the woods!

It was dry for a bit and a little dusty, but the mud wasn’t far away. I giggled when a girl shouted “Ew, it’s muddy!” near the start. I don’t think that was even an intentional puddle! I wonder how she made out …

It wasn’t long before we were struggling to keep our shoes on in thick mud that one racer likened to cake batter. Only I had to comment that it wasn’t nearly as delicious. (In fact, the mud was rather stinky.)

Through the mud, and then through a nearly-dry stream bed (there was shallow water flowing — it actually felt great!), we wound our way through the woods until we hit our first obstacle — bungee cords above and below that we had to climb through. The runners were so packed together that it felt like a teambuilding exercise. We had to help each other out. It was easier being short since I barely had to worry about the bands, but an unfortunate guy next to me accidentally took a band to the head!

I managed to stay upright as we ran through sloppy trails, except for a little slip where I needed to put my hand down to catch myself. And touch the mud — ick! But only moments later we were crawling on our hands and knees through the blackout tent.  It was constructed so you had to crawl or else you’d hit the beams (there were lights so you could see enough), though I found I could move quicker if I crouched and kept my knees off the ground!

There were also a series of barricades we had to hoist ourselves over. They were over waist height (for me!) so it took a bit of effort, and there were mud puddles to land in. Some with deeper holes. Everyone warned the people behind them about the deeper spots so I tried to land on on the shallow side for one of them. Only that plan failed. My right foot found the deep spot, and my left knee and leg hit the ground of the shallow side. It stung for a minute, and at one point I could see I was bleeding, but it fortunately was just a few minor scrapes.

Out of the woods, we had to climb over a cargo net. There was a bit of a holdup here. While it wasn’t that high, you could tell people were just freezing up and having a hard time getting over the top. Yes, it was a tiny bit scary but I had no trouble with it when I finally got my turn!

Then we had some mediocre obstacles — climbing hay bales, running through tires (though I walked, as I was sure my mud-caked body would be more likely to fall!), and a “cliff” to climb that included a rope to help us up … though it was just a wood ramp that barely needed rope assistance.

Running through the field of swinging tires was a little weird, but OK. We had some steep dirt (not mud, thankfully!) hills to run up (part of the race course was on a motocross track), where I did more walking.  And at the top there was a water slide!

There was another holdup here, as the race staff made us all stop and wait while they fixed the tarp. After a short delay, I headed down the hill. Really fast! There was a large rut on the ride side that I slid into. I tried to stay seated but fell to my back, where I managed to chafe four spots along my spine. Ouch!

Some more hills, and then we had to jump over a few rows of fire. They were pretty low to the ground, so not too scary! And then the final obstacle — the mud pit! You couldn’t get out of this one clean as they had barbed wire across the top. We had to get on our hands and knees again! Though I found it was quicker to just pull myself through the water with my elbows.

Out of the mud, and the finish line was right there. Woo-hoo!

I saw my friend with his camera and made sure I finished strong!

That was so much fun. And actually, a bit easier than I expected.

But I’ll definitely do that again!