Fun

fun
This will be a truncated post. I could kvetch about all the obstacles put into my path lately and complain bitterly about how this is impacting my ability to a) prepare for the Boston marathon, and b) prepare for my 100-mile race in August. However, I will refrain. And I will remember two things:

1) This is FUN. It is recreation. This is not my job, not my career, not my life. If it isn’t FUN, it shouldn’t be done.

and

2) You do the best you can, under the circumstances. Everyone lines up having endured or experienced different factors or conditions. You can only really control one thing – your attitude.

So there.  Thanks for listening.  And go have some fun. By the way, the 2 big white dogs are VERY good at this.

Vagabond Feb. 2013 067 Fun

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Curve Balls

Curve ballI’m usually not one to use sports metaphors, especially baseball ones. It is not my favorite sport – but never say never.

Life, it seems, has thrown me more than one curve ball lately. And I have discovered that I ain’t much of a catcher. On the upside (just your standard fast ball), I was able to run 12 miles yesterday morning despite a nagging achilles/tibialis posterior/lower leg dysfunction. If this was the only funky pitch I had to handle, I would be coping okay – this ‘lil old pain issue is being addressed (thanks to help from Lee Carman at Pain Solutions, Dawn Powell at Bridges Integrative Health and Dr. Tim Schardein at Vital Chiropractic), and although I am scaling back my goals for the Boston marathon, I will run it.

However, outta left field, life decided I should attempt to handle not only a curve ball, but a series of knuckle balls, or better yet, screw balls. Without getting into the long and gore of it, this has made me quite uncharacteristically pessimisstic, listless, depressed and well, angry. And anger ain’t pretty, and it makes your personal relationships strained, to say the least. And that creates even more challenges. Which just feeds the cycle of pessimism/listlessness/depression/anger.

But that’s life, I know. You don’t always get to, if you will, bat a thousand.

And I need to step up to the plate. (I know, I know, this baseball jargon is getting a bit much.) My optimistic side is thinking that I can indeed get through this rough patch, and that maybe there are some parallels here to the kind of physical and emotional challenges I will face in my 100 mile trail race. If I can get there, physically. If I can get there, emotionally.

My pessimisstic side, which seems to be in control at the moment, seriously questions the notion that I will get a shot at that race. (Yes, wrong sport, I realize.)

But, then again, you can be two strikes down, and it ain’t the end of the game. So, I say, play ball, life, play ball. Let’s just see who wins.

The Siren Song of My Shoes

Can't you hear them calling?  Don't they sound forlorn?

Can’t you hear them calling? Don’t they sound lonely and forlorn?

I was able to resist the siren call of my running shoes for three days. Well, actually almost 70 hours – but who’s counting? I am happy to report that the resistance was not for naught (with time off my heel pain is not worse), but the resistance didn’t really assist either (my heel pain is not better). Ugh. Chiropractor thinks I have nerve entrapment caused by a hypertonic tibialis posterior, probably from ramping up mileage and speed too quickly. And I knew I was doing that. And I knew that was a potential danger. But I got a bit cocky, I think. Silver lining is that my fitness is fine – with my (very) little run today I know that going faster feels fine with my body, minus the right lower leg.

So, two days ago, I became reacquainted with my bike. Lookout 030313 It will see a lot more of me, me thinks. If I can only stay away from the shoes…

There and Here

Sunday: a run in a blizzard. running in snow

Saturday: a run in short sleeves and shorts. run in the sun

In between, a ski day, a good hard Pilates reformer class, a crappy run with achilles pain.  Mileage still lower than I want it, pain more gone than there (am I just trying to be optimistic?, or is it the ibuprofen talking?).  Acupuncture session and loads of self massage have helped.  I should probably rest and let this heel heal.  But it is oh so hard!