Oh, Happy Day!

My skin is definitely allergic to just about every brace out there.  I’m going to need to get a good ace bandage or twelve.  But good news!  I ran 3.4 miles today and it was GREAT.  I have missed running so very much — so to return really lifted my spirits today.  I didn’t go as fast as I normally do (I want to be sure my ankle is really ok), but it’s not what it’s about.  And, I’ve finally found what I think will be a workable pair of shoes for me.  Brooks sizes down to a 5, and since I know my right foot could do a 5, I’m going to give them a try.  I did some reading / investigating on the differences between kids shoes and adults — and, simply put, they normally don’t build kids shoes to run marathons, if you get my drift.

I’ll give a full review of the lovely Ghost 3’s that are on their way as soon as I get them on my feet and get 10 miles or so in ’em!


Really, Thursday?

It’s really hard to know where to start on this one.  This morning started at 6:23.  In case you don’t know my work schedule, that’s late.  I cursed, loudly enough that Darren was jarred from sleep (dogs scattered) in my panic to find my phone and call work to let them know I was late.  The time I woke up was the precise time my bus goes by (and I even got to hear it).   I did manage to think through that I could easily email that I was going to be late.

In a blind panic, I got myself cleaned up and ran out the door as fast as I could.  Unfortunately, my alarm (it appears I turned it off instead of hitting snooze.)  I can only say “it appears,” you see, because I had a couple of drinks last night. I’m pretty sure when my alarm went off, that I really wasn’t having any of it.  The problem was, in my “I’m late” panic, I couldn’t find my phone.  Darren was searching for it on hands and knees and didn’t have any luck, so I sort of knew early that this was going to be ‘that sort of day.’

So I proceeded to have a horrible day at work.  One of those serious “what have I done to deserve this” days.  At about mid morning, I notice my ankle is throbbing.  I had noticed on Sunday it felt a little sore, like maybe I had bruised it or something, and seriously, I chalked it up to nothing.  Monday I was laid up with that migraine — so I had obviously rested it.  Then I ran Tuesday, Wednesday – and no pain other than a slight one, nothing worse than what I feel with muscle soreness any other day.  And only on the inside of the ankle.

Well, after the running around I did today, I must have exacerbated something.  What’s ridiculous is that I can run to the edge of downtown and back, but apparently back and forth is just too much, and my ankle swelled up.  By the mid afternoon I was trying to prop it up on anything (I’ll never say this again, but I’m grateful that I had afternoon meetings so I could keep my leg up-ish and not be running around everywhere).  It was hard to be delicate in a skirt, I’ll say that.  Then, the end of the day was with me running around.  Again.

So now I’m not sure if I can run for a few days.  This blows, because of the 5k — and my long run!  But — missing a few days is better than missing a lot of days . . .  But for now, I’m babying my ankle and hoping it was just strained and will magically get better in a day.


Luckily, awesome knitting friend was ok with moving lunch, so I’ll run on my lunch again.  I DID set my alarm to go off, woke up, thanked the stars I could reschedule it and did so.  Next week — I’ll be running those short 3 / 4 mile stints in the early morning with the long mid week run during my lunch Wednesday…

"If I had long legs I would love to run."

I just heard someone say that, on this documentary I’m watching called “Big Enough: POV.”  I used to think “I’d suck at running, I have short legs.”  I now know, after a few months, wow!  I suck at running — I have short legs! 
But now, they feel long.  Perspective — it’s a hell of a thing.

The big thing I’ve been fighting lately is to not let my cynicism interrupt my ability to be inspired.  People are inspiring, and do inspiring things. Tomorrow morning, when I wake up super early, and strap the shoes on my feet, I’ll muster all the inspiring things I can to kick my ass out that door.

Addendum:  Right after this, I put on Saw: The Final Chapter.  . . so yeah, a little conflicted.  What utter crap.  So, Darren got home from his meeting and I’m watching this crap.  I warn him, “I’m watching utter crap.”  He comes in, finds its crap.  He says “Can we turn it off?”  At first, I was really hesitant — then we established this awful load had been on a mere 23 minutes.  I was shocked.  I thought I could take crap for much longer.  I was proven wrong.