When I was injured for months last fall and winter and all I wanted to do was run, I had a real love/hate relationship with running blogs, books and magazines. When I read them it pissed me off that I couldn’t run and made me want to do it more. I was jealous when I saw runners on the street and sometimes leaned out my car window and threw slushies at them (like on Glee).
The flip side of it was that I loved reading blogs, books and magazines related to running because it kept my head in the game. And, no matter how shitty I felt, I knew that one day I would run again. Reading other people’s experiences with running, even when I couldn't, made me excited for the day when I could lace of my shoes and be back out there.
So, for those of you who are injured right now, keep the faith. It will return. It will be there waiting for you.
These days I am on a good, non-injured stretch. I was GIDDY about my run today. I could not wait to get out there. How is it possible to be made so happy by something??
I got up early and got the kids situated, then got ready to head out the door for six miles. I thought about wearing my new cheetah slippers, but decided against it and settled for my grape scented Brookes Adrenaline.
Between episodes of licking himself silly, the dog watched with his one eye.I know it must feel good to be able to lick yourself in certain places, but it is plain gross if you ask me.
Some people do not want to be photographed in the morning.
It was a fabulous run. Every minute. Except for one thing that upsets me to no end. If you read this blog enough, you know this issue plagues me.
I don’t eat too much before I run due to stomach issues (half a bagel). I always try to clear the pipes before I leave and today was no exception. Yet, I was not a mile into the run before there was a turd honking for the right of way and I had to clench the next five miles.
At mile 4.5 I almost stopped at a friend’s house to beg her to use her bathroom. But, you know how it is. You have friends close enough who don’t question it if you bust into their house and make a bee-line to crap in their toilet. That is different than more of an acquaintance friend. You can’t exactly knock on the door and say, “Excuse me, can I please drop a load then be on my way?” So, since this friend was the acquaintance type friend, I did not stop and continued home.
After I got out of the bathroom, Ken said, “Are you okay? Like did you lose control on your run?” No, I did not, but it was close and no one likes to clench for 50 minutes.
Then, I went for my mammogram. I brought some syrup because who does not like syrup with their pancakes. The technician said, “Oh I saw you coming and got out my smallest device.” Yeah, thanks.
I was horrified to watch my boobs be reduced to 1/2” flapjacks. To top it off, the technician and I had this exchange:
Tech: “Did you lose weight since last year?”
Me: “No, I don’t think so. Why?”
Tech: “Well, it’s just that your breast are thinner, smaller than last year.”
Smaller? Is that possible? ARE YOU F&CKING KIDDING ME? My weight has not changed, which can only mean that the weight I lost in my boobs that I could not afford to lose just went somewhere else like my ass or thumb.
Oh, well. That’s what padded bras and tissues are for.
Do you read running blogs, etc when you are injured? Does it help/hurt you?
Does your GI system give you fits when you run? How do you handle it?
How was your last mammogram? Are you boobs shrinking with age? Mine used to be much bigger. In college I think I was actually a full B.
SUAR
