Subject: 38 days and counting...
It's been 38 days since I last ran. And it has completely sucked. I've been to the orthopedic surgeon once and the physical therapist twice, and I have a boatload of exercises to do 3 or 4 times a day. Nothing measures up to breaking a good sweat or running a quick 2 down the Trout Brook.
I have been a moody bitch (bless Eric's heart for dealing with me) and so "woe-is-me," which is generally an attitude that I hate. I'm a "do-er," but unfortunately there is nothing I can do except rest... which is another thing that I'm very bad at. I've been icing and heating and popping anti-inflammatories like there's no tomorrow. I stretch at every chance I get (i.e. my lunch break at work), and roll the shit out of my legs with the stick every night.
The good part is that I'm not in constant pain anymore, the bad part is that my muscles have atrophied like crazy. I don't even recognize my lower half anymore. I have been on the mat every night doing a crapload of crunches and my arms, so at least something isn't going to waste.
I spend every second of every day very frustrated and annoyed and sad. I want this to be over, I want to run again more than anything in the world.
This all being said, I am pretty sure I'm going to run Manchester in a week. I can't be sidelined for this one, I would be depressed all day about missing it.
Oy. Sorry for the Debby Downer post!
It's been 38 days since I last ran. And it has completely sucked. I've been to the orthopedic surgeon once and the physical therapist twice, and I have a boatload of exercises to do 3 or 4 times a day. Nothing measures up to breaking a good sweat or running a quick 2 down the Trout Brook.
I have been a moody bitch (bless Eric's heart for dealing with me) and so "woe-is-me," which is generally an attitude that I hate. I'm a "do-er," but unfortunately there is nothing I can do except rest... which is another thing that I'm very bad at. I've been icing and heating and popping anti-inflammatories like there's no tomorrow. I stretch at every chance I get (i.e. my lunch break at work), and roll the shit out of my legs with the stick every night.
The good part is that I'm not in constant pain anymore, the bad part is that my muscles have atrophied like crazy. I don't even recognize my lower half anymore. I have been on the mat every night doing a crapload of crunches and my arms, so at least something isn't going to waste.
I spend every second of every day very frustrated and annoyed and sad. I want this to be over, I want to run again more than anything in the world.
This all being said, I am pretty sure I'm going to run Manchester in a week. I can't be sidelined for this one, I would be depressed all day about missing it.
Oy. Sorry for the Debby Downer post!
