The main problem is that I’m not sure which painful part of my body I should be most concerned with or lend the most rehabilitative attention to: my left foot (some kind of strange extensor tendon/posterior tibial tendon unhappiness), my right shin (definitely an upset post. tib.), or my right lower back/sciatic nerve (bending over to pick up anything right now is still decidedly uncomfortable).
Most of this might be easier to take if I could attribute it to some obvious, boneheaded training mistake. Instead, it is all pretty much due to a single 100 mile run as things were mostly peachy and smooth heading into the Rocky Raccoon weekend. The week after the race I ran 12 miles; the week after that, 27 miles. Rushing back into training is definitely not the culprit here.
The lack of running has freed up an extra 3-4hr/day that I have now banked towards refocusing on my studies and getting my masters degree ASAP. But, this kind of mental academic focus obviously does nothing to assuage the pull for the local mountain summits that has only been made stronger by the many perfect weather days Boulder has had this month.
The break has also created a space for me to re-realize my most essential motivations in all this, and it’s almost silly how quickly and clearly racing takes a backseat to the simple need to be outside, moving pain-free, under my own power. The fact that I had been planning on racing an ultra per month for the next six months now seems almost absurd and definitely misguided, and once I get healthy I look forward to settling into a long, injury-free build-up that brings me to peak fitness in June. Any meaningful competitive efforts before then will probably be more distracting than gratifying. Right now all I can think of is the opportunity to once more become intimately reacquainted with the local trails.