My top secret plans to stick the elliptical were not actually so top secret. Krista, one of the coaches and a PT, told me I should probably not take a week off at this time. She’s a smart one. It also makes me feel like I’m not terribly broken if she’s telling me I’m probably ok to run. I’m trying SO HARD not to be overly paranoid just weeks before the marathon, but that’s not easy for me. I’m a poker. I can never leave something alone. Like when you have a scab, you’re supposed to leave it alone and let it heal. I usually poke at it and lament, “WHY ISN’T THIS HEALING?” I think that’s what I’ve probably done here too. So now I’m trying my best just to let things take its course. I can do all the typical things like resting and icing, but other than that, I’m trying not to obsess over it…too much.
Well, Krista, if you’re reading this. I was bad. I did not run yesterday, and I’ll tell you why. The weather was nasty. Not just nasty, but scary nasty, so I was going to have to go to the gym anyways and I did not want to run on the treadmill. Not only is it SO BORING, but I always feel like I’m on the verge of falling off the treadmill, so I feel like I run all wonky and unnaturally. I thought if I was already feeling wonky, adding more wonkiness would not be a good idea, right? So I stuck to the elliptical. Krista did convince me to not try to go fast on the elliptical, so keep myself from being SO BORED, I watched TMZ. I never watch TMZ. Josh always wants to watch the real news instead. So this was a treat.
I will say that walking home from the gym, it started raining so hard I thought I was going to get washed away, so I ran a couple blocks home. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I think I can give this running thing a try again tomorrow.
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