It’s a beautiful day here in the ugly west (this what our license plates say – Colorado: The Sh*thole State). The hills are calling me. Injury gods be damned. Call me crazy, but I am over and out for a ten mile trail run.
I have taken the last two days completely off from anything and everything, which is no easy feat. Today I have no pain whatsoever. I had an excellent ART session with Matt on Wednesday. Even though he made hamburger out of my left hamstring (want cheese and pickles with that?), I do think it helped. Seems that my lower ham hock is so tight and ropey that the pain is radiating up to my ass and points beyond.
Today I will not be my usual overachieving and Type A self. I will calm down, take in the beauty of the trails and relax. I will keep my heart rate subtle and mellow. I will stop if I have pain. These are the promises I make to you and to myself. If they are broken, you will never know because I will not tell you. I never said this was a full disclosure blog.
Here is a dumb picture as I am getting ready to leave. I am showing you my “pole” skills. Yes in fact I do run in these slippers. I never heard that slippers led to injuries:
Here’s what I know: You all gave me some amazing insight and advice about my aches and pains. I read each and every comment and so did Matt. We talked about a lot of them. I think that wise people tend to acquire knowledge from many different sources, then filter out what works for them and what is true for them. I am trying to be wise. What works for Jenna Talia and Max C. Pads might not work for me. We are all so very different.
I am figuring this out. I am continuing to knock on doors. I will not give up on myself or on running. Some people might have injuries and think, “Oh, guess my body doesn’t want to do that, think I’ll start bowling.” Not me. This is what I love and I will find a way to do it, a way that my body agrees with.
May the running gods be with me today. And also with you.