Running In Place

If you guessed ‘some foolish injury or another’ you would be the winner. And your prize is listening to me bitch. Actually things seem to be resolving pretty well. For two days after the race I had nothing more than achey muscles and I thought I’d dodged the usual hail of bullets, but then I started to develop some pretty significant pain in my left arch. The arch had been a little bothersome on runs of late and I kind of blamed it on the rafting thing, but it increased so much after the race that it finally occured to me that it might be my sneaks. It had been in the back of my mind for awhile that it was time to replace them but I’d been putting it off because my favorite version of the Asics Gel-Nimbus (6) has been long out of production and I have not found the subsequent versions as comfortable when I tried them on. So I basically um….dragged my feet on it. Though the pain was in my arch (primarily the outer aspect) and not really in the heel at all, I wondered about the possibility of plantar fasciitis so I taped it – which reduced the pain by about 80%! I also got some great advice from Karen about stretches to do before even getting out of bed and about not going barefoot while healing PF. Dang! I am barefoot all the time at home – indoors or out! I have felt very out of sorts today as I walk around in my walking around sneakers. But it all helps, I have had nearly no discomfort today! And I am going running sneak shopping tomorrow – which involves driving 60 miles to a store that can hopefully help me find the next best sneaker to my old, sad Gel-Nimbus 6′s. Yeah, I live in the sticks.

In fun news – I am into my first of two weeks as a wild bachelorette. The old man is on a solo motorcycle/camping trip down to the deep south. At this point he’s somewhere in northern Alabama and, happily, has not been bitten by any gigantic spiders or lizards or scorpians or aligators or anacondas or all those other creepies that those who are not so blessed to have killing snow have to put up with. So you can see now why he’s taking this trip solo. In any case, though I haven’t *yet* found anything I’m willing to trade my family for, I am loving the solitude. But I’ve got a couple of very sad dogs on my hands.

Cats – not so concerned