Pain in the ...

This weeks topic is about injuries, and how they can derail your plans.

It is topical for me, and that is why I chose it... See I was out for a light jog.  Just a quick 3 miler to blow the stink off after my 10 miler the day before.  I was feeling good and then all of a sudden I was on my face sliding forward on path, into poop.  Yup, I fell face first into shit.  I can not begin to tell you how awesome that felt. 

But the insult to the injury is that now it looks like I can not do the 10 mile race at the end of the month.  I have been training for quite some time do be able to do this.  I have run up hills and down hills for 8 miles.  I have run in the heat.  I have run when I thought I might puke.  I have run in the cold where I thought my toes might freeze off.  I have run with pneumonia.  Now my ankle is going to sideline me?

I kills me to not be able to do this, but the reality is that I can not run 10 miles with the kind of pain my ankle produces with every step.  My Dr. said I could do it.  That even if it was broken (he thinks it might be) the worst that would happen is that I would break it more and have to have it casted.  If it was sprained as long as I didn't roll my ankle I would be fine.  The only thing he said, was if it hurts a lot, don't run on it.  What he didn't say is that if it is injured enough to make me not be able to run the race, it will be because I can't stand the pain.

After running 4 miles, I couldn't stand the pain.  There was no way in the world I would be able to run 10 miles.  The Dr. was right.  This injury would tell me what to do. 

Now I have to deal with the sadness of not being able to do it.  It isn't cuz I can't run the 10 miles it is because my injury won't allow me.  But, I want to prove to myself and the world, I can run 10 miles.  Now I can't.  I am letting my running partner down.  I am letting myself down.  I am disappointed.

Yes, there will be other races.  Yes, my running partner is cool about it and is already planning my return to 10 miles training schedule.  Yes, I will eventually run the 10.  For now, I am going to curl up in a ball and whimper a little, while I curse my bad luck.

Want to see what the other ladies have to say?  Check them out at:  Froggie, Momarock, and Merrylandgirl

 

Rags

I'm late again... I feel like a broken record with an excuse.  But I'm going to do a two-fer and then be all caught up.  Summer can not come soon enough.

The missed topic, is magazines. 

I only take a few magazines.  I take Cooking Light, which I have subscribed to for almost 20 years.  I can't believe I have been taking one magazine that long.  I think they need to reward me for my loyalty!  I love Cooking Light.  I feel that at least the recipes are a basic start at being healthy.  They have introduced me to many wonderful ways to prepare veggies, tips to lighten my favorites, and sneaky ways to cut calorie corners without loosing taste!

I also take Real Simple.  My mom gives it to me every year for Christmas.  I like the ideas and tips.  I love the way the magazine is laid out.  The pictures just make me happy.  But, every month it is a little hug from my mom.

My magazine holding area is over flowing.  I need to clean that out.  I think I will... but only after I write my next post.

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My prizes

This week's post is very late.  But, I injured myself and slid into poop in the process.  I have also had a lot going on in my personal life that makes it hard to keep up sometimes.  The falling face first into poop is a fairly graphic display of my current luck.

The topic is to discuss your prized possession.  I have 2 things that have been with me as long as I can remember.  I know I was probably 6 or 7 when I got Snoopy, it still seems like I have always had it.





My blanket was made by a distant relative.  I had it the day my parents brought me home.  I can't describe the countless hours I spent looking at the animals.  I loved them.  I took my blanket when ever we left on a trip, it went downstairs to watch television.  Eventually it was so loved that my grandmother made me another one.  I put my beloved blanket on a shelf for safe keeping.






While neither has been with me my entire life.  Through various moves they have stayed with my mom, they are with me now.

Want to see what the other ladies have to say?  Check them out at:  Froggie, Momarock, and Merrylandgirl