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Running Update

For those of you following my marathon training schedule (snicker, snicker) - here is an update... I did week three of my plan probably for a total of three days (more, perhaps - you'd think I'd be keeping better track, eh?) but these days did not actually occur during the space of one week... because my knee is hurting.

This is not good.

It is not good to be running as slowly as I am for only two minutes at a time and have one's knee be hurting. Not good. Not good at all. So I gave it time to rest, did some strengthening exercises, then gave it another go, with modifications (different shoes, different running surface, more baby steps, icing and ibuprofen, etc.) but it began hurting again. So - I'm back to walking until I figure out the problem.

I think its the shoes. Therefore my plans are on hold until the funds appear for a trip to the running store for proper shoes. Maybe on pay day. We'll see. I'll keep you posted. I know you're on the edges of your respective (or collective?) seats. Also - it's fffff... well, it's getting chilly out - so some sort of clothing which incorporates mysterious-sounding technical fibers also appears to be in order, and that will require some more dough too, I s'pose.

What else... saw The Incredibles last night. It was a heartwarming, feel good laugh.

And... this is sort of wrong, and very vulgar, but funny enough - not to mention perhaps a bit of good ol' vicarious post-election catharsis. Sure, I know it's a bit hypocritical of me, given the high minded aspirations of my last post... but what the hey? We can all use a laugh.

In other news, the knee issues are NOT preventing me from going salsa dancing tonight for the first time in a long time, and I'm going to have a good time, dammitall, because it's been a rough couple of weeks and I deserve to have a little fun.

That is all. Resume your previously scheduled programming.


M

Comments

Sharanjit said…
Strange that no matter how much my back is hurting, I always find myself at Salsa...
7:29 pm
Kristiana said…
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2:02 am
Kristiana said…
Fuck the South is a great article! Sometimes Tolerance needs to put some Sassy-pants on and use a few cuss words to get its point across. Dont feel guilty.

Sorry about your knee. I have had my share of knee injuries. Get a good brace and be patient. If its a cronic injury maybe there is something wrong with your form. There is lots of information out there about the biomechanics of running.
2:06 am
mayim said…
Thanks!
10:18 am
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