I feel like I'm in limbo right now. I'm out of the boot but not back to running. Well, not running what I want to be running anyway. I'm only allowed to do one mile at a time this week and so far I've done a whopping 3 miles. It's not much but so far it's been pain free so I'm ecstatic about that.
I talked to my doctor yesterday and next week I can add a 2 mile run two times during the week and the week after that, two 3 mile runs. Come August 8th, I can do a 5 mile run, as long as everything is going well. I signed up for a 5k on August 22nd and while I've been advised by the doctor to not go all out and race this, I can put a hard effort into it. Our goal is to have me at 45-50 miles a week by the end of August, which happens to be exactly 12 weeks until Philly marathon. I have to be honest, I'm not very confident about racing Philly this year. I'm not sure I like the idea of a 12 week plan, especially coming off an injury with a month off of running. Not that my body couldn't handle it, but I already have doubts so my mental game is already off. I also hate that I lost a lot of my Ultra training and don't have that endurance to build off of for the race. I know a lot of people don't do an Ultra before training for a marathon but I did that last year and loved what I gained both physically and mentally leading up to Philly.
But I do have a month to go so we'll see how I feel come the end of August. August is all about getting me back out there and getting my schedule back on track. I worked out all but 4 days while I was in the boot but my schedule has been all out of wack. On top of it, we've been on the go non stop all summer and I'm ready to slow down a bit and get back into racing shape. We leave for vacation with friends tomorrow morning and while I'm beyond excited, I'm ready to get it over with so I can focus on being good again. I even went as far as cancelling 2 weekends of plans in August so I don't keep sabotaging my efforts.
I hope everyone has a great weekend. I'm heading to the shore tomorrow morning. Beach by day, happy hour on the bay, shenanigans by night. It's a rough life I live...
Monday, July 26, 2010
Be Warned...A Little Mushy
Six years ago today Andy and I got married on the beach in Jamaica. I can't believe how fast the time has gone!! Granted, we've kept ourselves busy over the years from me moving to MI, Andy getting his MBA, moving back to PA, renovating a house, moving again....there haven't been many dull moments. But I have to say, the past six years have been the best years of my life. It was a bumpy road finding the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but when I stumbled upon Andy, I knew immediately I hit the jackpot. I couldn't have asked for a more supportive, loving person to spend every day with and I can't imagine my life without him.
There has been one thing I've felt guilty about over the years, though. I was pretty dead set on writing our own vows because the last thing I wanted to do was regurgitate some words fed to me by some person who didn't know a thing about us. It took some convincing and begging and pleading but I finally got Andy to agree to this. He teased me for weeks leading up the wedding that he was writing a rap for me and would sing, "My name is Andy and I love Big D." I, on the other hand, spent hours thinking about the perfect thing to say and the best way to say it. But I got so freaked out on the morning of the wedding I ended up scribbling some notes on the corner of a piece of paper that said something along the lines of "I'm happy I have you. I love you." Seriously, they were that bad. I figured I'd be ok though because I wasn't expecting Andy to take this little vow writing thing very serious. So imagine my surprise when teary eyed (ok, bawling) Andy unfolded an 8 x 11 piece of paper with his vows typed up!
Because I love reading them, I'm going to share (or bore) bits and pieces with all of you!! Yes, there was a lot more than what's below. :-)
"When I sat down to write my wedding vows I struggled, like I suppose most men do in this situation, to find the words to describe my love for you. I felt inarticulate. Everything I wrote came out "me Tarzan, you Jane." Then it dawned on me that "Tarzan of the Apes" was one of literature's great love stories and that the symbolism of an apelike guy and a beautiful woman swinging off into the wild jungle is probably appropriate for this union.
In the scene where they first meet, Tarzan tells Jane, "I am Tarzan of the Apes. I want you. I am yours. You are mine. We will live here together always in my house. I will bring you the best fruits, the tenderest deer, the finest meats that roam the jungle. I will hunt for you. I am the greatest of the jungle hunters. I will fight for you. I am the mightiest of the jungle fighters. When you see this you will know that it is for you and that Tarzan of the Apes loves you."
Denise, I promise to love you when you feel unlovable, to support you when you feel alone, to cry with you when you are disappointed, to laugh with you when you are joyful, to challenge you when you feel content, to be courageous for you when you are not feeling brave and to dream with you about the adventure of our life together.
To you alone I pledge my heart, my life and my love.
Denise, I'm so thrilled that you've chosen to marry me, that we're going to grab this vine, swing off into this jungle, and make a life together. You've taught me so much and brought me so much joy and beauty and I promise to do my best for you.
I want you. I am yours. You are mine. We will live here together always in my house. When you see this you will know that it is for you and that Andy Terry loves you."
Andy, I can only hope that over the years I've made up for what I did not say on the beach 6 years ago. I appreciate every single second I have with you and you are the best thing that ever happened to me. You are a wondeful husband and my best friend. Thank you for your unwavering support, your undying love and for living every day by the vows you took. Here's to many, many more.
There has been one thing I've felt guilty about over the years, though. I was pretty dead set on writing our own vows because the last thing I wanted to do was regurgitate some words fed to me by some person who didn't know a thing about us. It took some convincing and begging and pleading but I finally got Andy to agree to this. He teased me for weeks leading up the wedding that he was writing a rap for me and would sing, "My name is Andy and I love Big D." I, on the other hand, spent hours thinking about the perfect thing to say and the best way to say it. But I got so freaked out on the morning of the wedding I ended up scribbling some notes on the corner of a piece of paper that said something along the lines of "I'm happy I have you. I love you." Seriously, they were that bad. I figured I'd be ok though because I wasn't expecting Andy to take this little vow writing thing very serious. So imagine my surprise when teary eyed (ok, bawling) Andy unfolded an 8 x 11 piece of paper with his vows typed up!
Because I love reading them, I'm going to share (or bore) bits and pieces with all of you!! Yes, there was a lot more than what's below. :-)
"When I sat down to write my wedding vows I struggled, like I suppose most men do in this situation, to find the words to describe my love for you. I felt inarticulate. Everything I wrote came out "me Tarzan, you Jane." Then it dawned on me that "Tarzan of the Apes" was one of literature's great love stories and that the symbolism of an apelike guy and a beautiful woman swinging off into the wild jungle is probably appropriate for this union.
In the scene where they first meet, Tarzan tells Jane, "I am Tarzan of the Apes. I want you. I am yours. You are mine. We will live here together always in my house. I will bring you the best fruits, the tenderest deer, the finest meats that roam the jungle. I will hunt for you. I am the greatest of the jungle hunters. I will fight for you. I am the mightiest of the jungle fighters. When you see this you will know that it is for you and that Tarzan of the Apes loves you."
Denise, I promise to love you when you feel unlovable, to support you when you feel alone, to cry with you when you are disappointed, to laugh with you when you are joyful, to challenge you when you feel content, to be courageous for you when you are not feeling brave and to dream with you about the adventure of our life together.
To you alone I pledge my heart, my life and my love.
Denise, I'm so thrilled that you've chosen to marry me, that we're going to grab this vine, swing off into this jungle, and make a life together. You've taught me so much and brought me so much joy and beauty and I promise to do my best for you.
I want you. I am yours. You are mine. We will live here together always in my house. When you see this you will know that it is for you and that Andy Terry loves you."
Andy, I can only hope that over the years I've made up for what I did not say on the beach 6 years ago. I appreciate every single second I have with you and you are the best thing that ever happened to me. You are a wondeful husband and my best friend. Thank you for your unwavering support, your undying love and for living every day by the vows you took. Here's to many, many more.
Friday, July 23, 2010
I'm Baaaaack!!
All week I've been nervous about my first run. I started having strange feelings in my Achilles and couldn't tell if they were real or just in my head. I was so excited to go to bed last night so I could wake up and run but at the same time I was so scared that something bad would happen this morning. To play it safe, I headed to the gym so I could make sure I got a good warm up in first then I could run on the treadmill. I wanted a giving surface since it's been a while. June 24th, actually. That was the last time I went for a run. I read my log from that day and I had run 6 miles through pain. Looking back over my log, I actually hadn't had a pain free run since the end of April. I'm not surprised I made it as long as I did; stubborness is my strong suit.
After a warm up on the treadmill I set the pace to an easy 9:30 and started off. My legs fell right back into their normal routine, a huge smile went across my face and I felt like a million bucks!! The mile flew by and I would have done anything to keep going and to ramp up the speed. But I was a good girl and followed the doctors order of only one, easy mile. I'm not sure what I would have done if I had any pain but let's just say, Andy is even more happy that it was a successful run. I'm not sure he would have been able to handle me if it went any other way.
So hopefully this means I'm back! I know I need to ease back into it and take it slow...and I will. I do not want to end up right back in the boot. I'm allowed to do 3-5 miles total for the week and if things continue to go well, I'll double my weekly mileage from there.
It's been a really rough month but I think I got a lot of good out of it in terms of cross training. I've been lifting a ton and I wouldn't have known what I was capable of in the pool if it wasn't for this injury. I definitely plan to keep swimming in my routine and am happy I now know I can hold my own in the water. Not sure what is in store for this Fall and races, but the next few weeks will tell. Thanks for all your support over the past month. All the virtual hugs helped and I appreciate everyone's kind words. I'm so glad we have something in common again!!
After a warm up on the treadmill I set the pace to an easy 9:30 and started off. My legs fell right back into their normal routine, a huge smile went across my face and I felt like a million bucks!! The mile flew by and I would have done anything to keep going and to ramp up the speed. But I was a good girl and followed the doctors order of only one, easy mile. I'm not sure what I would have done if I had any pain but let's just say, Andy is even more happy that it was a successful run. I'm not sure he would have been able to handle me if it went any other way.
So hopefully this means I'm back! I know I need to ease back into it and take it slow...and I will. I do not want to end up right back in the boot. I'm allowed to do 3-5 miles total for the week and if things continue to go well, I'll double my weekly mileage from there.
It's been a really rough month but I think I got a lot of good out of it in terms of cross training. I've been lifting a ton and I wouldn't have known what I was capable of in the pool if it wasn't for this injury. I definitely plan to keep swimming in my routine and am happy I now know I can hold my own in the water. Not sure what is in store for this Fall and races, but the next few weeks will tell. Thanks for all your support over the past month. All the virtual hugs helped and I appreciate everyone's kind words. I'm so glad we have something in common again!!
Monday, July 19, 2010
Double D Redemption
The Ultra was this past Saturday, on a very hot (mid 90 degrees), humid and sunny day here in Philly. My sister kept telling me there was a "reason" I'm in the boot and missed the race and I'm wondering if the conditions of race day were that "reason."
I dropped my friend, and Lone Ranger training partner, Dana off down at the race early Saturday morning. It was 76 degrees (at 6:30am) and looked like it was going to be a nice day. There were several people from the running club running, with varying distance goals, and everyone seemed in good spirits, ready to tackle the day. Seeing everyone set up their base camps and getting ready for a long day ahead reminded me how much fun I had last year. I can still to this day remember the excitement I felt last year before we lined up at the start. I could not wait to get started and the whole day, every step, was so memorable. Several times on Saturday morning I found myself thinking "I'll be back here next year" even though I thought I ruled out Ultras for 2011.
After mulling around for a bit, I said my goodbyes, wished them luck and cried as I pulled out of the parking lot. But as I left, I had this weird feeling that something wasn't right. I didn't have a good feeling and I was so worried about everyone...especially Dana. Dana ran 68 miles at this event last year without batting an eyelash. This year, her goal was 100 miles. Dana and I trained together for this until I got sidelined and I can honestly say nothing fazes this girl. She is such a strong runner and does well in any situation...even this heat and humidity. Through training there was never any doubt that not only would Dana run 100 miles, but I was positive she would go further.
I spent all day Saturday consumed with worry and wonder about how the Lone Rangers were doing. I checked in to base camp several times through the day. Heard that one friend was stopped at medical because he stopped sweating, another was throwing up, but like I expected, after loop 3 (24 miles) Dana was feeling and looking good. So imagine my surprise when I call later and Dana is resting at base camp after her 5th loop, around 42 miles. She was suffering with some serious stomach problems and wasn't able to eat anything. Her legs were good to go but her stomach just wouldn't cooperate. At an event like this, in such hot conditions, you have to be able to eat if you want to continue. I actually talked to Dana at this point and I think I was more upset than she was!! I tried to stay positive for her while we were on the phone but my quivering voice gave me away. She sounded strong and upbeat, which is exactly the Dana I know, so I thought things might turn around. She still had time to do this.
The next few hours were spent on the phone with base camp, texting, etc keeping track of my running partner who I was living vicariously through for the day. Around 9:30pm I got the call that Dana was stopping at 51 miles. She couldn't eat; her stomach was so upset and the cramping was so bad. It wasn't her day. She made a smart decision and accomplished an incredible goal and I'm so proud of her.
We chatted last night and she's doing great. She feels great, she took what the day gave her and she's ready to move on. But we did come to the conclusion that something was just off on Saturday. Maybe the world was shook up because we weren't out there together. So we decided that redemption is in order. Not sure when or where just yet, but the double D's will be kicking ass together at an ultra some time in the future.
I dropped my friend, and Lone Ranger training partner, Dana off down at the race early Saturday morning. It was 76 degrees (at 6:30am) and looked like it was going to be a nice day. There were several people from the running club running, with varying distance goals, and everyone seemed in good spirits, ready to tackle the day. Seeing everyone set up their base camps and getting ready for a long day ahead reminded me how much fun I had last year. I can still to this day remember the excitement I felt last year before we lined up at the start. I could not wait to get started and the whole day, every step, was so memorable. Several times on Saturday morning I found myself thinking "I'll be back here next year" even though I thought I ruled out Ultras for 2011.
After mulling around for a bit, I said my goodbyes, wished them luck and cried as I pulled out of the parking lot. But as I left, I had this weird feeling that something wasn't right. I didn't have a good feeling and I was so worried about everyone...especially Dana. Dana ran 68 miles at this event last year without batting an eyelash. This year, her goal was 100 miles. Dana and I trained together for this until I got sidelined and I can honestly say nothing fazes this girl. She is such a strong runner and does well in any situation...even this heat and humidity. Through training there was never any doubt that not only would Dana run 100 miles, but I was positive she would go further.
I spent all day Saturday consumed with worry and wonder about how the Lone Rangers were doing. I checked in to base camp several times through the day. Heard that one friend was stopped at medical because he stopped sweating, another was throwing up, but like I expected, after loop 3 (24 miles) Dana was feeling and looking good. So imagine my surprise when I call later and Dana is resting at base camp after her 5th loop, around 42 miles. She was suffering with some serious stomach problems and wasn't able to eat anything. Her legs were good to go but her stomach just wouldn't cooperate. At an event like this, in such hot conditions, you have to be able to eat if you want to continue. I actually talked to Dana at this point and I think I was more upset than she was!! I tried to stay positive for her while we were on the phone but my quivering voice gave me away. She sounded strong and upbeat, which is exactly the Dana I know, so I thought things might turn around. She still had time to do this.
The next few hours were spent on the phone with base camp, texting, etc keeping track of my running partner who I was living vicariously through for the day. Around 9:30pm I got the call that Dana was stopping at 51 miles. She couldn't eat; her stomach was so upset and the cramping was so bad. It wasn't her day. She made a smart decision and accomplished an incredible goal and I'm so proud of her.
We chatted last night and she's doing great. She feels great, she took what the day gave her and she's ready to move on. But we did come to the conclusion that something was just off on Saturday. Maybe the world was shook up because we weren't out there together. So we decided that redemption is in order. Not sure when or where just yet, but the double D's will be kicking ass together at an ultra some time in the future.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Take What I Can Get
I just tried to wish my fellow Lone Rangers good luck at the Ultra tomorrow and I broke down and started to cry. I'm expecting to be really depressed tomorrow after I go down there to see them off. Ugh.
Anyway, had my last Shock Wave therapy appointment and I got some news. I'm in the boot for another week and half but I get to go for my first run next Friday!! That's a week from today!! The pisser is that I can only run one, yes ONE, mile at a time and can only do 3-5 miles for the week. It's not much, but I'll take whatever I can get. I was told to expect some pain when I first start running but the pain should subside as I run. If it doesn't, that's not good. If the runs go well, we'll double my weekly mileage for the next week, then double it again the next, etc.
Now what this means for my fall racing has yet to be determined. I may not be able to race Philly Rock-n-Roll half but I'll at least be able to use it as a training run. The doc feels I should be good to go for Philly marathon but I'm a little worried. Best case scenario is that I'm up to 40 miles a week mid August. That's only 13 weeks from the marathon. I know there are 12 week training programs out there but coming off an injury with a month of no running, I wanted a little more time to prepare for this race. It concerns me that I'm not going to have the weekly mileage I should have leading up to training. At this point all I can do is hope and pray for pain free running and that I'm able to build my base mileage back up a little more aggressively.
Since these next few posts would have been about the Ultra, here's the link to my pre race post and my race report from last year. In case you weren't around this time last year and care to read it...Or if you're just bored.
Anyway, had my last Shock Wave therapy appointment and I got some news. I'm in the boot for another week and half but I get to go for my first run next Friday!! That's a week from today!! The pisser is that I can only run one, yes ONE, mile at a time and can only do 3-5 miles for the week. It's not much, but I'll take whatever I can get. I was told to expect some pain when I first start running but the pain should subside as I run. If it doesn't, that's not good. If the runs go well, we'll double my weekly mileage for the next week, then double it again the next, etc.
Now what this means for my fall racing has yet to be determined. I may not be able to race Philly Rock-n-Roll half but I'll at least be able to use it as a training run. The doc feels I should be good to go for Philly marathon but I'm a little worried. Best case scenario is that I'm up to 40 miles a week mid August. That's only 13 weeks from the marathon. I know there are 12 week training programs out there but coming off an injury with a month of no running, I wanted a little more time to prepare for this race. It concerns me that I'm not going to have the weekly mileage I should have leading up to training. At this point all I can do is hope and pray for pain free running and that I'm able to build my base mileage back up a little more aggressively.
Since these next few posts would have been about the Ultra, here's the link to my pre race post and my race report from last year. In case you weren't around this time last year and care to read it...Or if you're just bored.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
I Should Be Tapering
The Ultra is this Saturday. While it wasn't my goal race for the year, I'm feeling really sad that I'm not running it this weekend. I had these miles in me and I want to be a part of the day. I'm tearing up just thinking about it...it really sucks to be sidelined. I'm frustrated because physically I was feeling so much better during the long training runs this year then last year and I knew I was in shape for a good race. On top of this, I loved what the endurance did for me in terms of fall marathon training last year and wanted to build off that again this year. Now I feel like I'm going to be scrambling to get where I want to be for Philly marathon.
Speaking of the fall, I have a lot I want to do but I'm scared to sign up until I know I'm going to be ok to run. As of right now I'm already signed up for the Philly Rock-n-Roll half in September and the Philly marathon in November. Both of these are important goal races for me and I'm just hoping and praying I'm able to race them. In addition to these, I want to run Lehigh Valley half, Asbury Park marathon, Rehoboth marathon and a few shorter distances in between.
I have another 2 weeks in the boot and I'm already nervous about my first attempt at running. The times I've had the boot off and have gone up and down the stairs, I analyze every little feeling I have; worried I'm going to feel that pain again. Thankfully, I haven't had the pain I was experiencing but I'm still cautious and worried with every step I take.
So, yea, I'm feeling a little sorry for myself today. I'm still working out as much as I can between lifting, swimming, biking and the elliptical but it just doesn't cut it. I miss being outside. I miss my runs. I miss my running buddies. And with running I don't have to worry about a fat man in a Speedo swimming into me because he can't seem to follow the lane markers.
Speaking of the fall, I have a lot I want to do but I'm scared to sign up until I know I'm going to be ok to run. As of right now I'm already signed up for the Philly Rock-n-Roll half in September and the Philly marathon in November. Both of these are important goal races for me and I'm just hoping and praying I'm able to race them. In addition to these, I want to run Lehigh Valley half, Asbury Park marathon, Rehoboth marathon and a few shorter distances in between.
I have another 2 weeks in the boot and I'm already nervous about my first attempt at running. The times I've had the boot off and have gone up and down the stairs, I analyze every little feeling I have; worried I'm going to feel that pain again. Thankfully, I haven't had the pain I was experiencing but I'm still cautious and worried with every step I take.
So, yea, I'm feeling a little sorry for myself today. I'm still working out as much as I can between lifting, swimming, biking and the elliptical but it just doesn't cut it. I miss being outside. I miss my runs. I miss my running buddies. And with running I don't have to worry about a fat man in a Speedo swimming into me because he can't seem to follow the lane markers.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Give it a Tri?
I had my second Shock Wave therapy appointment yesterday and got the ok to start doing the elliptical. I have to do it based on how it feels so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I have no pain tomorrow after I give it a shot. It looks there's improvement and the few times I've gone up and down the stairs without the boot on I haven't had pain so we're moving in the right direction!!
This injury has really gotten me thinking. While I was running all the time, I was dying to find some time to cross train and keep up with my lifting. Lifting has and always will be my favorite aspect of working out. I went a year without it and my body (and mind) totally suffered. As soon as I made time for it by cutting my runs back to 5 times a week, my body started feeling so much better. It felt great to work the muscles that are neglected when only running and it was fun to change up my routine a bit. Well now I have all the time in the world to cross train/lift and I have to say, I like it. Don't get me wrong, I'm DYING to go for a run, but I'm also appreciating the extra time I have to focus on other stuff. Not only have I started swimming, but I've been consistent with the lifting getting in at least 3 sessions a week. My body responds well to lifting and I'm finally getting my legs back! My butt, that's another story but at least my quads are looking better!!
Anyway, I think I finally realized that I don't want to be just a runner. Now this doesn't mean I don't want to keep up with racing, going after those PRs and that mararthon maniac status. It just means that I want to be an athlete good at multiple sports with overall fitness. I want to see what other areas I can excel at, what I'm not good at, and what will challenge me. Does anyone see where I'm going with this (besides Mel and Jill)? I think I'm going to test out the waters in 2011 and sign up for a few Triathlons. I started looking last night and actually had myself so overwhelmed that I couldn't sleep. It's a whole new world to me, but then again, so was running. I didn't think I could do that and I ended up following up my first marathon with a 50 mile Ultra...I know I can tackle this!
Now I just have to get over my fear of riding a bike on the road. Oh, and I have to buy a bike. There's that, too. :-)
This injury has really gotten me thinking. While I was running all the time, I was dying to find some time to cross train and keep up with my lifting. Lifting has and always will be my favorite aspect of working out. I went a year without it and my body (and mind) totally suffered. As soon as I made time for it by cutting my runs back to 5 times a week, my body started feeling so much better. It felt great to work the muscles that are neglected when only running and it was fun to change up my routine a bit. Well now I have all the time in the world to cross train/lift and I have to say, I like it. Don't get me wrong, I'm DYING to go for a run, but I'm also appreciating the extra time I have to focus on other stuff. Not only have I started swimming, but I've been consistent with the lifting getting in at least 3 sessions a week. My body responds well to lifting and I'm finally getting my legs back! My butt, that's another story but at least my quads are looking better!!
Anyway, I think I finally realized that I don't want to be just a runner. Now this doesn't mean I don't want to keep up with racing, going after those PRs and that mararthon maniac status. It just means that I want to be an athlete good at multiple sports with overall fitness. I want to see what other areas I can excel at, what I'm not good at, and what will challenge me. Does anyone see where I'm going with this (besides Mel and Jill)? I think I'm going to test out the waters in 2011 and sign up for a few Triathlons. I started looking last night and actually had myself so overwhelmed that I couldn't sleep. It's a whole new world to me, but then again, so was running. I didn't think I could do that and I ended up following up my first marathon with a 50 mile Ultra...I know I can tackle this!
Now I just have to get over my fear of riding a bike on the road. Oh, and I have to buy a bike. There's that, too. :-)
Monday, July 5, 2010
One Week Down
One week down in the boot, hopefully only 3 more to go. While I'm trying to stay positive, I've been feeling sort of down. I miss my weekend long runs so much. I miss heading out the door early in the morning when it's still dark and watching the sun rise while I run. I miss that quiet time where I straighten out all the craziness in my head. And to top it off, we had some gorgeous weather last week and it killed me to be indoors working out and not outside enjoying the break in the heat and humidity. I am staying active though with swimming, biking and lifting, but it's just not the same. I had a successful second swim last week; swimming 1.5 miles in 57 minutes. I have no idea if that's good or not, but I was pretty happy I could swim 1.5 miles straight. I have my second round of Shock Wave therapy on Wednesday and am hoping to get cleared to do the elliptical. I'd love to be able to add something else to my routine since I don't really love swimming and an hour plus on the bike makes for a sore crotch. *sigh*
So in my attempt to stay positive, here are 5 plusses of not being able to run...
Don't get me wrong, I'd wake up at 4am tomorrow if it meant I could go for a run and I'd happily deal with any ache or pain and not complain if it meant I was running again. I'm just trying to find the silver lining and praying the next few weeks go fast...
Even though I hate the boot, it at least makes a good toy for my niece Grace. She liked dropping toys in the top of it and watching them come out the bottom.
So in my attempt to stay positive, here are 5 plusses of not being able to run...
1) No chafing. I can't tell you how happy my ta-tas are right now.
2) I don't poop myself in the pool.
3) I haven't had an ache or pain in 2 weeks (other than the Achilles); my sciatica hasn't bothered me once.
4) No 4am wake up calls on Saturday morning.
5) A lot more free time on my weekends and I can actually enjoy coffee with Andy in the morning.
Don't get me wrong, I'd wake up at 4am tomorrow if it meant I could go for a run and I'd happily deal with any ache or pain and not complain if it meant I was running again. I'm just trying to find the silver lining and praying the next few weeks go fast...
Even though I hate the boot, it at least makes a good toy for my niece Grace. She liked dropping toys in the top of it and watching them come out the bottom.
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