I took a longer hiatus than I wanted but I suppose 10 days is an eternity in the blog world to go without posting. What have I been doing in those 10 days? Well pounding the pavement, duh, among other things.
I don’t think I mentioned it last post, because I don’t think I knew when I hit publish, but that fall that caused the boulder to be lodged in my knee also cracked two ribs. Fabulous. According to the doctor at the clinic I’ll be fully healed in 4-6 weeks post-fall provided that I don’t do anything silly. Like cough or sneeze or laugh too hard. And up until last night I was doing well when I took a tumble while celebrating my roomie being done with her first year of her PhD program. Luckily alcohol is a pretty good painkiller.
Before that though the pain was tolerable during the day. Sleeping is still really tough.
I did ask when I could return to running and he said immediately, depending on my pain tolerance level. Of course I run the risk of re-fracturing ‘em but I can do that by hearing a good joke. I’m a sucker for a good joke, and I laugh at lots of things I probably shouldn’t.
Luckily my pain tolerance is pretty high and I’ve been getting the miles in. Last week I worked less clinic nights than usual so I got out of work a couple days at 1600 and got to do some doubles. While I love the long run (I did a 17 miler on Saturday!) there’s something mentally refreshing to do 6 miles before work and then tackle another 6 post-work. Because it’s “only” 6.
Which helped the lack of motivation because all last week I thought I was living in Seattle; it was so foggy every morning with rain in the afternoon/nights
Which is why on Saturday, when the sun finally showed itself, I took advantage and ran long. I didn’t intend to get go 17; my route was only planned for 13. And during that loop I really didn’t think I’d be able to do more than that.
Newsflash: the sun and warm temps zap energy.
But, about a mile from my apartment, a few things happened to me
- I kicked a squirrel. Well maybe I didn’t really kick it. It ran out of a bush and crashed into my ankle. I actually have a bruise from it!
- I saw a few of the med students that volunteer at the clinic outside of a Starbucks. Normally when I see people I know it doesn’t change the distance of my run (I just start to haul ass to not appear slow/tired etc) but I was going to a bbq put on my the med students that afternoon and wanted to brag. Now to most people 13 miles qualifies as bragging. But some of them had run the Providence marathon 3 weeks ago. I needed to go big or go home.
Surprisingly the last 4 miles of my run were the best. I felt energetic and light. Given how the mid-miles had felt I’d have thought that going for more was a stupid idea. But maybe no? I actually ran around a lot at the bbq; playing frisbee, volleyball, AND boomerang, although one of the guys I was with got nailed on the nose. Champ as he is, he still played on with a nice battle wound
Anyway, I left my last post saying that I was WAY stressed out, and to a certain degree I still am. But some stressors are out of the way: I found a med student to sublet from so I’m no longer going to be homeless in July/August and my family stress is stable — still bad but stable for the next few weeks. I still have lots of unresolved stress but it’s nice to be able to put some things on the back burner.
I’m hoping things are looking up for now; I can’t guarantee another hiatus but I’m thinking that for now I’m back. Off to go try and catch up on 10 days worth of blog by y’all!