- was only 38!
- celebrated my 8th wedding anniversary
- had just completed the New Orleans Rock & Roll Half Marathon - almost on a whim
- was in Week 2 of the Run Less, Run Faster / Furman FIRST half marathon training program
- was injury-free
- am only 39!
- will celebrate my 9th wedding anniversary and birthday by playing hookey from work with my husband. snowboarding is out (see issue below), so maybe a movie and lunch? ideally, we'd go get tattoos but in all these years, I have yet to convince hubs to do this with me.
- am *trying* to train for a 5k on St. Patrick's Day
- hope that I can become injury free in time for that 5k
- expect to set several P.R.'s later this year (a new type of P.R., that is)
Lately, I've been walking around with a hitch in my get-along and wondering, "What the butt?" Something crazy was going on at the top of my hamstring / base of my glute. This irritation appeared out of no where. I took a week off and it's much better though not totally resolved. I was relieved that Saturday's 8-mile run for Sherry Arnold did not leave me with regrets.
Three days ago, I had a fantastic run in the pouring rain. Some days, it just feels good to get wet. I thought I looked like a drowned rat until I actually saw a dead rat on the side of the road and hoped that I did not resemble that guy. Blech. That run was supposed to be a track workout but with my patchy training and the "what the butt" thing going on, I had decided that I need to drop the speed work and just log some regular miles for a while.
Two days ago, I was walking home from the train in my brown MaryJane Dansko's. Pretty much every day in the fall/winter, I wear either my brown MaryJane's, black MaryJane's, or brown clogs. All Dansko. Not the most attractive shoe, but quite comfortable. The problem with these shoes though is that they are TALL. Sometimes I fall off of them.
Two days ago, I fell HARD. Pow. Right foot rolled in, ankle went out. "Ouch!" she exclaimed. "Damn uneven sidewalks!" Continued walking home only to have excruciating pain on the outside of my midfoot. I was convinced it would be gone by morning.
One day ago, I woke up with continued foot pain. I iced all day at work. Barely able to walk. Grimace. Grump. How do you tell the difference between a strain and a fracture?
Am I falling apart, just before I get into the master's running division?
Is it just bad luck? If so, will it happen in 3's? Do I need to wait for one more thing before this all turns around?
Can I blame Conda? Wait, it's the season of no excuses. I guess I just need to keep plugging away, one day at a time to get back to where I can run carefree again.
Today, I woke up and the foot is still sore but it definitely feels less sore, I have less of a limp. I now have high hopes that I will run again. All is not lost! I won't cancel the doctor's appointment for tomorrow just yet but will be optimistic and go make a sacrifice to the Running Goddess to help speed this healing along (she appreciates chocolate).
I think my "take home" lessons from all this include:
- Be wary of dead rats under foot after it rains.
- Ditch the Dansko's, I'm lucky I haven't hurt myself worse for all the times I've rolled an ankle in those things.
- Never, EVER, wear anything but running shoes, just to be safe.
- The body's got more to say as she ages and I better listen more closely.