For the last two weeks, I’ve felt a bit like I’m being stoned to death by pebbles. I’m thankful that all of my problems are relatively minor, but the inconvenience and frustration factor is way up there. Every time I start seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, something new happens. Today, we discovered we have flying squirrels in our attic. Seriously. I’d ask “what next?”, but that seems to get me in trouble every time.
The “best” part of all this? I still can’t run. I tried on Tuesday and today and both times I made it less than an eighth of a mile before my ankle was yelling at me. On the bright side, it now stops hurting within minutes of quitting running. (I was limping a bit for two days after Thanksgiving.) On the not so bright side, I still can’t run.
Amazingly, I’m ok. Today I worked out at the gym for an hour. I hit the elliptical, the rower, and a recumbent bike. They all got my heart rate up and none of them hurt. One of the old guys who’s always there commented on my exercise ADD, but at least I got an hour in. Tomorrow, I plan to try out Bikram yoga for the first time. I’m telling myself that I’m becoming more well rounded (and I’m actually becoming less “rounded” as my muscles respond to these different workouts). I’m also telling myself that it will help me coach if I get an injured runner. Sometimes I even believe what I’m saying, but it’s awfully hard to be a runner who can’t run.