1) I haven't been running due to my injury.
2) I am so sick of listening to myself whine about my stupid injury.
Those two things don't leave a whole lot on the plate in terms of blog content. So, I could just show you adorable pictures of my cats falling asleep with their toys:
But I am sure that is not why you come here to read. You probably want to hear about how miserable I have been during my layoff so that you can feel good about your double digit runs and blazing fast race times. Fine, I see how it is. I'll indulge you and talk even more about my gimpy butt.
I know I am not the first person to ever be injured and I won't be the last, but I am amazed at the thoughts that constantly creep into my head. For example:
- "I hate everything!" I feel like every runner I see when I am in my car is just out there to taunt me. I want to trip them with my evil telekinetic X-men powers. My drawer full of running clothes may as well go to Goodwill. All my muscles are atrophied and will never work again. (And I am never ever a negative-talk person like this!)
- "I can't sit in this house another minute!" Poor Kevin has faced the brunt of my frustration of basically being stuck on the couch. This injury came at a bad time too - football season just ended and baseball hasn't started. College basketball can only hold my attention for so long. Sundays in my house have been turning into very long days. I HATE to look forward to doing laundry and grocery shopping.
- "I don't want to do anything if I can't run!" I can't run, so I don't really have any reason to go outside. I can walk, but I can't trust myself not to try to run while out for a walk. Plus it's much colder when you walk vs. run and even though the weather hasn't been that bad, I still don't want to be cold while not running!
- "I may as well eat everything in sight!" I can't run so I'll probably gain some weight anyways, so why not eat Taco Bell three nights in a row? Or a whole sleeve of E.L. Fudge cookies? Or a 2-liter of Orange Soda? I swear I have been eating like a pregnant woman on a binge. You know those maternity shirts that say 'NOT FAT - PREGNANT'? I'm going to need one that says 'NOT FAT - INJURED' if I keep this up.
Order me one in size FAT INJURED RUNNER, please!
That's just part of the insanity that has been floating though my head the last 5 weeks. To switch it over to the bright side - my doctor did clear me to try small amounts of running. The first try last Tuesday was a disaster that ended in lots of pain and tears. My attempt last night was the exact opposite. I was able to run .25 twice without any pain. When the Rocky song came on during my cool down you can bet I was pumping my fists in the air like I had just won the Boston Marathon! I'm on my way back! (Or at least I better be!)
What crazy thoughts go through your mind when you can't run?