It goes like this:
I did a rock-solid base period.
Twice a day almost every day.
Mileage averaged around 95, max week at 110.
Felt great, listened to my body, all that stuff.
Started doing some more structured workouts mid sept., some fartleks and mile-or-longer repeats on grass.
Kept it aerobic, ran within myself (worked out alone).
Added in some short, fast hills (4x with full recovery) once a week to wake up the legs and get a little speed going.
I figure I got into roughly 2430 8k shape.
So yesterday there I was, in the middle of an unplanned tempo run around a bunch of soccer fields, feeling great.
Rolling along at roughly 520 pace, I held it for about 35' before I decided to call it a day and jog back home.
So I slow down gradually, start heading 'er back, when BOOM, right foot feels like it got stabbed.
Stress fracture.
No warning.
No gradually building soreness.
No slight discomfort in the area.
Nope.
Everything had been ship-shape.
I had been feeling great.
Injury was the furthest thing from my mind.
Hadn't suspected a thing,
then the c*cksucker just jumped out and got me.
Well, damn.
There's a solid 1/2 a season of good trainng down the tubes.
Now I have to start from square one soon as this little bastard heals.
It's not fair, you know.
To all you physiology buffs out there:
Why was there no warning?
Why wasn't there the slightest clue that this injury was coming?
Why couldn't I feel the bone gradually weaken before it snapped?
Malmo, I know you had a mighty similar experience.
Looking back, should anything have tipped you off?