Sunday, February 02, 2014
Since June 2013 I've run 104 times, an estimated 414 miles. That's a whole lot of great running. Honestly I've enjoyed almost every mile. I love getting faster and going farther. I love the companionship of the group runs and getting to go exactly my pace when I run alone. And although many people don't like them, I'm happy to run on the treadmill. I really like the bling and recognition when I place in race. Do I need to give it all up?
Yesterday I had a very good eating day and the scale looked pretty good this morning, even though I sat around still, kind of in shock, babying my injuries for hours yesterday. That is reassurance that I can maintain my 80 pound loss even if I can't or choose not to run again. (OK - I did run 6.2 miles yesterday before I sat around for hours. So I may need a better test.)
This second fall has really got me shook. I've got my arm in a sling to keep from overusing my re-injured left hand. Last time it took about 12 weeks for my hand to regain enough strength to do the arm machines at the Y, but the doctor said it would have healed faster if I had put it in a sling. Worth a try. My mouth, teeth, and chin don't let me forget for a moment my misstep yesterday on a picturesque brick road at sunrise. I'll go tomorrow to the dentist to smooth the chipped teeth, but I'm afraid every time I look in the mirror I'll be reminded of this failure. My knees are sore, too. My feet are still splitting and bleeding; counting down: 12 more doses of steroids. Hubby asked if there is any part of me that doesn't hurt. There are. However, cooking, cleaning, and living is challenging today.
This is probably not the most positive blog I could write today. I'm definitely going to still run, probably on the treadmill, 9 more runs before the Disney Princess HM. And I'm going to run the Senior Games 5K on March 8th. I need to finish these commitments. Then I'll figure out how to proceed.