A Not So Rude Awakening

It has been a week since the injury and I am happy to say that it is healing nicely. I have 86ed the black boot since I felt like I was getting no support, and I think doing more harm than good. I have been wearing my trail running shoes because they have good support thanks to the shoe and the Power Step insole. Trail shoes are also stiffer in the sole and I think that has been helping when I walk. Sometimes the pressure on the top of my foot is a little painful so I have been untying my shoelace when I am sitting at the desk. I think I am going to hold off on running this weekend, but I plan to try to start my training as scheduled on Tuesday.

I am really excited to start this training. Gary has written a training schedule for the marathon that looks so good! I am so grateful that he is so knowledgable about running, and good with writing programs. If I had to do it myself I know it would not even be half as good, and I probably wouldn't stick to it as I know I will with his. I only missed one workout from the Tecumseh Trail Marathon program, and that was the night before the race. We were tired from driving. I must say it's really nice to have a husband for a coach. :)

As I was laying in bed this morning still not wanting to get out of bed after the 8th time the alarm I started thinking about how next week the alarm would probably be going off an hour earlier. Right now it goes off around 6:10, 6:20, 6:30, and this morning 6:40, 6:50... I am undoubtedly one of the worst at getting out of bed. I don't know why but it is like trying to wake the dead, no matter how much sleep I get. Not only is it difficult to get me out of bed but I tend to be crabby, irritable, and just plain mad at the world. I'm sure my husband will attest to this fact. Unfortunately he is the one I always take it out on. Part of my grumpiness I contribute to the fact that I am waking up to go to work, which is something that, to put nicely, I don't particularly enjoy. However, as I was grumbling around this morning I was thinking how next week I will be getting out of bed for a different reason...to run. This seems to me a much better reason to get out of bed than to go to work. Hopefully, though an hour earlier, the awakening will be much less painful. Then after my run I will feel refreshed and energized and maybe even have a better attitude about going to work. Maybe???

48 hours

I am coming up on 48 hours of injury. Only 48 hours! Gary has already had to tell me numerous times to sit down, stop cooking, quit cleaning. I must be especially antsy if I have resorted to cleaning! I think the toughest part is that I have been feeling pretty good lately. Rested, energetic, and ready to get back into a set program.

Gary and I just acquired 2 spinning bikes from my work. I have only been on one since since we moved both of them into our little apartment. Counting bikes, our house has seating for about 10-11. Without bikes, 5-6. So, I work at the YMCA, the epitome of all things exercise, in aquatics where I supervise among many things, a 6 lane pool that is nearly empty for lap swimmers during lunch time, a house full of bikes, and a wonderful network of running friends, and a husband who is, of course, super fit. Maybe I just need to go home tonight have a beer, watch TV and forget I was ever athletic.

My Poor Foot

Lately I have been swimming 3-4 days a week, and running 1-2 days a week. I have been taking it easy on the legs by swimming more since I do not start my training program for a few weeks. However, I have been excited all week because I planned to re-join the Todd's Road Stumblers this week and start increasing my running. The group that I run with is planning on doing 12, but I was planning on 6-9 depending on how I felt. Unfortunately God must have had different plans for me. I was at work last night and I slipped on the pool deck and sprained my foot. :(

As I was falling the first thought in my head was NOOOO!!! I need to be able to run! I sat there holding my foot trying to assess whether or not I thought it was actually injured. In my hopefullness I stood up with some pain and watched horrified as my foot and toes started turning purple. I decided to sit back down. Ice and rest seemed to help but it still hurt throughout the night so I went to the hospital this morning. Nothing was broken, but I sprained the ligaments on the top of my foot. I was given a hideous black velcro boot to wear to keep my foot flat, but I am not sure it does much good. I guess it is better than the slippers I had to wear when I went to the hospital.

I have been praying and praying for a quick recovery so I can get out and run soon. It hasn't even been one day since my accident and I am already thinking about trying to swim tomorrow. (probably a bad idea) It has also made me think about what I would do if I ever really hurt myself and was told I could never run, or swim again. How would I handle it? Would I be able to? Am I too dependent on exercise? I guess I will see over these next few weeks.