BIG day yesterday. HUGE! Are you ready for this?! I hope you’re ready. Okay, here goes. I . . . ellipticalled (I realize that is probably a word that only exists in my mind). That’s right, friends. I did some sort of weight baring cardio activity. For exactly 15 minutes. Now, never mind that I had the incline set at 1 and the resistance set at 2, compared to my usual incline of 8 and resistance of 12. And that I only made it 1 mile in that 15 minutes. The purpose of yesterday’s little adventure was to test the waters for future workouts. And there’s more. After the elliptical, I mosied on over to the stationery bike. Oh yes, things got crazy in that cardio room. I set the resistance at 5 and leisurely rode for another 15 minutes—2.5 miles of wonderful. I followed up that massive cardio session with yet another upper body lifting routine. Seriously, I’m going to have to start cutting the sleeves off of all of my shirts at the rate that my biceps are growing. Just ridiculous.
I have, for the most part, bid adieu to the ball and chain also known as my walking boot, and now rely on a solid foot taping and a good pair of supportive shoes with an insert in them. I just can’t handle wearing that thing anymore. And aside from a bit of tenderness on my heel that remains, things are really improved from even just a week ago. I’m going to go about this whole business in the most positive fashion possible, because I’ve read a lot about how attitude alone can have a large effect on fully recovering from an injury. So, despite the many horror stories of lingering plantar fasciitis and painful scar tissue build-up after a tear that I seem to have been hyper aware of these past 2 ½ weeks, I’m confident that my efforts to do everything right during this healing process will allow my foot to heal 100%, and that I will be running as strong as I was pre-injury in just a short while. Heck, I will be stronger! I have a whole new appreciation for my body, and for what running really means to me. But as much of a learning experience this whole thing has been, I do hope this will be both my first and my last running injury. It’s rough! Unfortunately, I’m afraid I’m still a few weeks away from taking my first glorious running step, but I’m pretty pumped about the prospect of elliptical and bike workouts right now.
How about a little weekend recap? Hmm, let’s see. It’s so hard to choose which really, super exciting details of my life I should share. I don’t want to keep you all here all day, after all. I hope my sarcasm is seeping through here.
I don’t remember when I did this, but clearly it was during a period of temporary insanity—apparently I volunteered for the “Setting Up” shift of the Diabetes Walk at the OKC Zoo on Saturday. Imagine my shock when an email popped up reminding me to be at the zoo “no later than 6:00 a.m.” I swear, that’s exactly how it was emphasized in the email. And Friday night, I decided to be social for the first time in months, and went out for a few beers. So my 12:00 a.m. bedtime was most regretted when my alarm went off at 4:30 a.m. Ouch. But setting up was sort of fun, I guess. From the zoo, I headed straight to the 6A cross country regional held in Norman to watch the 6A girl’s race before heading to work. I guess a hurricane decided to blow through at that exact moment, so the race was delayed, but I stuck around (and froze!) and even had the pleasure of helping time the race. From the race, I bolted to work at the shop. I spent the day sharing war stories with old ladies about bunions and plantar fasciitis and any other ailment that seems to make me more relatable to 75 year old women than 25 year old women. It’s amazing how much I’ve really connected with that population since wearing that darn boot to work. I think I’ve made some friends for life, friends who really get what I’m going through. I always knew I was an old lady on the inside. Needless to say, following 4 hours of sleep on Friday night and a full day of running around until the shop closed at 5:30 on Saturday, I went home and slept until 8:00, missing my opportunity to accompany Scott to a Halloween party. Bummer. We didn’t come up with any good costume ideas, anyway. Sunday was a leisure day of sleeping in, breakfast at La Baguette, some romping at the dog park (Asher did the romping, I did the pretending he’s not mine), some homework, and last, but most definitely not least, a PACKER VICTORY!! Finally! Good grief, it was an intense game.
As you can imagine, I’m still recovering from such a wild and crazy weekend. Someday I will settle down, but gosh darn it, I’m just not ready. Stay tuned for more tales from my fascinating life. J
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