Most people who know me know that it is quite unusual for me to take more than a day off in a row. This week I took three.
Using every trick in the book - ice, elevation, rest, walks, and lots of drugs - I tried to get my quads to speak to me. Instead, they screamed anytime I did anything. Sitting down on the toilet was most amusing because I had such a hard time getting back up. You know the worst thing? Walking down the stairs. I had to do it like a baby. A big baby who wimpered a lot.
As a result of not running (or doing much more than walking the dog and riding my bike very slowly to work), I became VERY grumpy. Last night was a real low-point. Thank goodness no human was home, especially the one who lives there, because he would have had to deal with my shitty attitude. I plopped down on the couch and read the rest of Ultramarathon Man, which really revived me. And then Dave made me an omelet. My hero!
This morning I couldn't take anymore of this not-running stuff. I headed out the door at 5:20am for a 30 minute jog in the warm and windy Virginia spring weather. It wasn't so much a jog as a shuffle/glorified walk. But it was wonderful.
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*Healing Thoughts*
I find it hilarious that we both hobbled out the door within 5 minutes of one another and made our way through a desperate trot.
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