So Hollow

Someone once told me, that rarely does one remember all of the runs they take, but they almost certainly remember all the ones they did not.

The city of Manchester today was a winter wonderland. We had a de factor “snow day”. Even the means of notification have changed since my last one-day vacation: WBZ1030 to a personal e-mail.
Since my most previous post, I have cured many of the ailments which besieged me. Calf cramps are drastically reduced, ITB has been liberated via foam roller, etc.
My right adductor remains the culprit.

Running the majority of my long runs on soft, unpacked snow is not expediting the healing process. Moreover, it has twisted my muscles and tendons in directions they openly dislike.
Last Sunday was 15 miles, half trail and half road. Monday was an easy 6, though note – my first consecutive training run after a long run in several months. Tuesday was bitterly cold, and delayed onset muscle soreness became present. Discomfort in my calves and adductor in 9 degree weather made me come back to the treadmill after 3 miles, to finish a collective 6 miler.

Today there was a scheduled “power-run”, on the flat areas of campus. Elliptical this AM, and elliptical this PM. No run.
I am sincerely trying to mitigate this adductor issue, and ideally by Saturday’s long run. I’ve also, under the advisement of my physician, begun taking magnesium supplements, as it is presumed I have a deficiency in my meatless diet.

Missing opportunities in running is analogous to a boy's little league career; It is like the rookie baseball player in little league, who missed the first two practices and game of the season, and shows up to the second game, in his pristine and immaculate uniform, as his brethren display the wounds and sacrifice of a battle already fought. It makes him hollow.

I may or may not recall that I missed this run, but I recall a run I did two years ago, in a similar storm, at the same location.

And I haven’t forgotten that.