So since we’re all just getting to know each other here (or get reacquainted, if you used to follow my old blog), let’s talk about one of my main bad habits/hobbies, shall we?
I’ve been running for about 5 years now, and have come to realize that I’m injury queen of running land. In those years, I’ve tangled with quite a few running injuries that have kept me on the sidelines. I own more than one pair of crutches, mmmk?
(I know you’re wondering, and let’s just say crutching around New York City in the middle of spring is not as fun as you might expect. Surprised? Yeah, so was I.)
Nevertheless, I keep running.
I change brands of running running shoes, and run again.
I complain and whine through my injuries, take some yoga, and then eventually run again.
I visit some doctors, get some x-rays, talk about my flat feet and then eventually run again.
I sign up for half marathons with big hopes only to hurt my little leggies and have to sell my bib.. and then – eventually – run again.
I’m stubborn and full of pent-up energy, so the cycle continues…… You know, like when I thought it’d be a fabulous idea to sign up for the Nike Women’s Half Marathon in San Fran as a part of Team in Training.. Amazing cause that is very important to me + one of my favorite cities on Earth + running in ridiculous close proximity to my best friends’ homes and wine country? Obviously I had to sign up.
Everything was going so well! I got a free tshirt, which is a powerful enough incentive to get me to sign up for just about anything, I was running daily along the pretty Potomac and through Georgetown, and I was sticking to the Team in Training coaches’ plan religiously – better than I ever followed the rules in elementary school.
Cue Jaws theme song…
While I was in Florida last weekend visiting Penpal (my boyfriend, who is stationed down there with the military in sandy paradise), my lower body started to throw a tantrum. Despite the fact that I was running on the flattest land in possibly all of America, some pain started to creep in, probably a product of the hilly runs I had been doing the previous week.
Hip flexor! Pull it together, please! Knee? What is this- you’re fine! Buck up!
Apparently commanding your body to cooperate during a run isn’t the most reliable training method. By Monday I ended up laying on Penpal’s living room carpet, in pain that even pancakes couldn’t subside.
(Pecan praline pancakes flipped by Penpal – I die.)
Needless to say I haven’t run since then… Really, I could barely walk through the airport to get back to D.C. Slightly embarrassing, despite Penpal’s best efforts to throw Advil in my face and ability to ignore the fact that I was glued to his sofa.
And let me be the first to tell you- hobbling through the small nation that is the the Atlanta airport with a suitcase is a party you should all RSVP “no” for. Unless you’re hobbling because of too much wine… in that case, you have my blessing.
I’ve been left wondering whether or not I should do what no Type A personality ever wants to do – quit something you didn’t finish, and pull out of the Team in Training/Nike Half. We’ll ignore the fact that I’ve already had amazingly generous people donate to my cause, and just focus on the part where I signed up for yet another race that my body seems to be telling me it doesn’t want to participate in, especially considering the hills associated with San Francisco (someone didn’t look at the elevation map prior to registering for this badboy, ahem…).
That brings us to today- hello! I spent a good chunk of my day running on a treadmill for a friendly Kenyan (not kidding, he looked like he could smoke me at any race) at my local running store, as he videotaped my moving feet and analyzed my gait. According to my new friend, my old shoes (Asics Gel Nimbus and Mizuno Wave Inspire) were not doing me any favors, and I need more stablility, blah, blah, blah.
Moral of the story is I left Georgetown Running Company with this guy:
Plus some encouragement to lace up again, courtesy of aforementioned new friend . 🙂
We’ll see what happens.. If running was my husband, though, we’d probably need a divorce, or at least a break, since I can’t seem to quit him.
But now it’s time to go drink some vino with a few friends, which means I need to get my booty dressed. Speaking of bad habits, I’m chronically running late.. even when I start out being an hour early. 😉
Have a great night!
Got a bad habit or hobby that you just can’t quit (nothing illegal)?? Tell me please!