Mama Took a Tumble
Monday, January 16, 2012
This morning started with motivation to spare... Started out great with the items on my to-do list getting checked off one by one...
Clean up the house, dusty from days of construction in our basement being tracked through the whole house... CHECK!
Put on a load of laundry... CHECK!
30 Day Shred... CHECK!
Go for a run... Laced up my shoes and headed out the door!...
Aaahhh... Nothing like winter in GA for running. Perfect cool weather, midday runs aren't sweaty or freezing... JUST RIGHT. Felt wonderful. However, someone remind me if I ever say again that I am going to for the hills as soon as I finish shredding... DUMB IDEA. The legs were DYING.
Still, I felt strong. I felt alive. I felt ambitious. Up ahead, a little tree had fallen on my trail. Big deal. It was only maybe 4-6 inches in diameter. Maybe a foot or less off the ground, still hanging on to its stump... I mean, I ran hurdles the other night in bootcamp class a heck of a lot more daunting than this little thing. I jumped it. Felt great. A little leap to liven up my run. Kept it moving and came back round to it in my next lap. Didn't really even give it a thought this time, just led with my usual little right foot hop and hopped right over.
Wait, did I say I hopped right over it? Well, if by hopping, I mean made significantly painful contact with my right foot followed by smashing my right knee/shin into the ground, unsuccessfully trying to right things with both palms, rolling (quite ungracefully) onto my right shoulder and butt.... Then, yeah. I hopped right over with my whole flippin' body.
Somebody pull out the ice pack... Mama took a little tumble.
Worried that I'd get all stove up and hurting, I finished out my run and then headed in for that ice pack.
2 hours later, the leg/hip are seriously hollering at me. Thank God for reusable ice packs... And 9 year old Little Boys who are sensitive enough to know when to shut up and let Mama gather herself before launching into another monologue about his latest comic book creation... And for the same Little Boy saying, "Mama, can I take you to the Mexican restaurant for lunch? My treat?"
Why, Yes, Little Boy, you can. You did. And it was wonderful. What a sweetheart. And my leg almost feels a little better since I smashed that chicken tostada. Almost.