RUNNING PAINS

I must be very fragile. Something always hurts and by that I really mean somethings. And those somethings seem to affect my running, affect my speed, affect my training.

And it doesn't do much for my mood, either.

A few weeks ago I was running in the outfield to cut off a base hit. I stumbled as I got to the ball and kept from falling by using my left arm to brace myself against the ground. Hours later my wrist hurt so much that I thought I might have broken it.

In May I ran a solid Brooklyn Half Marathon. Around the fourth mile I raised blisters on the inside of both my feet. At race's conclusion my feet and shoes were bathed in blood. I've taped mightily, but, since then, I've developed blisters on several long runs, making them extremely uncomfortable and certainly slowing my pace.

And, of course, there was the pulled calf muscle during a mid May softball game that cost me almost 2 weeks of training.

Finally, most recently, all the abdominal work I've been doing with my trainer has given me not six-pack abs but a lower abdominal strain, or, worst case possibility, a hernia. For the past week or so I hurt SO much there as I start to run. The pain generally subsides but is often at least somewhat uncomfortable. It has to affect my speed.

What a mess I am!

Well, the wrist only hurts now when I throw, the calf is healed and the blistering seems much better now that my podiatrist shaved off the offending portions of my orthotics. Since it seems like I can run through the ab problem my strategy is to ignore it as much as possible and hope that it will get better.

Still, I can's say that I went into today's Gay and Lesbian Five Mile Race with a whole lot of confidence. What body part would be most likely to betray me? And then, of course, there was the problem with the heat and humidity...there was too much of both and I don't generally run well in either of them.

So the race began and, to my delight, the lower ab didn't hurt me much. Nor did the blister. Nor did anything else. And my time for the first mile was good. And my time for the second mile was just as good!

Too good, unfortunately. My pace was too fast and I died in the race's second half. Not literally, of course, though I did feel kind of sick. I slowed dramatically, watched much of the running world run past me and, eventually, staggered across the line.

I finished 7th in my age group out of about 65 and around 500th in the race that had over 3000 participants so I didn't do that bad in a comparative sense. It was, I think, my slowest 5 mile race ever. My pace, in fact, was far slower than it had been in the much longer Brooklyn Half Marathon.

But I'm hopeful my abs problem is getting better, nothing else physically bothered me, nothing fell off my body besides lots of sweat and I did run a good two and a half miles.

It would be great if my upcoming running pains would be just from the pain of hard running.