Monday, September 07, 2009

Running again

Let me get this off my chest before I start. I'm ticked at you, Sacramento. You're not airing the Bonnie Hunt show? I know it's not Oprah or anything (which you're currently running TWICE a day), but I liked it. And they're filming new shows, you're just not showing them. Not cool, Sacramento. I like Bonnie Hunt. She's nice and smart, unlike you. Please bring back her show. It was refreshing to see somebody on TV who wasn't all faked-out.

That is all.

Here's another rant: On TV right now? A Seasonique birth control commercial. I quote: "Who says you need to have a period twelve times a year? Who says?"

BIOLOGY SAYS, SEASONIQUE. BIOLOGY. I remind you of the SNL skit for Annuelle.

So back to the real subject of this post...

Check out my amazing Michael Scott Photoshop skills:

I look like a bobblehead. My apologies to this marathoner.

Tonight I went for my first run since that nasty fall I took two weeks ago. I rolled my left ankle outward, and it hurt like the bejesus. Then it went from sharp pain to nothing to (right about the time I was going to start running again) stiff and brittle feeling. Originally, it was my foot that hurt, the outside, just below the ankle bone. Then it turned to that brittle, tight feeling more in the back and to the left of my achilles. It feels tight even when I walk, and not liquid the way you'd want your joints to feel. I think I might need to do some ballerina-style theraband work to strengthen and stretch my ankles better.

It isn't hurting, but I've been worried. I'm really good at worry. I'm so afraid I'm going to damage my ankle, but I was also afraid I was going to be out too long and not get in the miles I needed before my Half Marathon in October. Honestly, I probably took too much time off. I've been afraid. That's all there is to it. I haven't even been on a walk. Just scared. It helps nothing that there's been some crime around here--affecting people I know--and I've also been scared to go out and run in the early morning dark. Lame.

Tonight I decided to give it a go. I think I'm still going to see if I can get an appointment with the Sports Medicine doc, but I had a good run. I decided to take off on the same route where I injured myself. I wanted to go past the spot where I got hurt. Maybe that seems weird. I had to prove to myself I wouldn't fall in the same hole again. I also thought that if I couldn't make it, I'd be on a street where E could easily find me.

I had to push myself really hard today. My time was actually decent, and a little faster than what it had been. That surprised me a little. My lungs felt like they were fighting so hard to breathe, though. That seems to be the first thing to go away when I take time off. My ankle didn't hurt at all. In fact, my right leg is actually a little sore in the hamstring, which tells me I have probably been overcompensating for the other leg and it's fatigued. I could feel my achilles, my hip flexor, and my hamstring really tiring out on the right, and it wasn't even the side I injured!

So I'm cutting back my miles a bit this week from what they would have been, but I'm going to choose running on my run or cross train Wednesday. I'm also running during daylight so E can come get me if need be. I'm hoping to get back into a place where exercise is something I incorporate into my routine. I had a hard week last week because of E's situation, and I know that the exercise endorphins will do me good.

Night everybody.


  1. I say the same thing at that commercial!

  2. I've been on the pill for about 5 years now and have not had a true period in that time...I take my pills continuously so that I don't have one, and my doctor said that is just fine. :-) Not recommended of course, but it won't hurt me either. Hope that wasn't TMI...

    By the way, I don't think you know me but I love reading your blog! I was a friend of E's sister growing up, so I've known E since he was 7 years old. Reading your blog makes me think I'm still as close to them as I used to be. Oh, and I went to EG with your sister.