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Resting for my own good

Monday’s workout was a bit of a tough one for me. It involved a lot of jump rope and box jumps. I didn’t do so well if only because skipping requires more coordination than I would have wanted. I went home encouraging myself to just work harder at my next workout. Sounded all well and good, but it wasn’t until Tuesday that I finally noticed that I seem to have done a number on my left Achilles tendon. As I got ready for work I was feeling some discomfort, so I brought some muscle cream. I didn’t care if my desk area had a blast radius of odour. On my way to the office I found it rather difficult to walk up the stairs. It’s like there was a sharp stabbing pain at the affected area. My body, in an effort to compensate, was doing something weird causing my right knee to be achy. All in all I wasn’t feeling great. I vowed to rest my legs well such that by the time Wednesday rolled around I’d be in good condition to head back to CrossFit. Well, when Wednesday came I found that my Achilles was still in pain. Bad!

So, my sensible mind was telling me that I needed to spend some time just letting the pain heal. This was butting up against the other part of my mind that was actually trying to get me to ignore the injury and just go for it. Imagine, the voice was saying things like: “Oh, chances are the that the workout won’t involve a lot of jumping around. You can still lift.” Heh, I really was close to going up until I posted about my dilemma on Facebook. The big consensus was that I should rest. The Achilles is one part of the body that’s not to be messed with. Someone was just telling of someone they knew that ruptured their Achilles and ended up needing 8 months to recover. Crazy! So with all of that in mind that’s why I decided to take it easy on Wednesday. Ah, but I was actually feeling antsy about doing so. What was I missing out on? Was I ruining my momentum? All the same I knew that I was doing it for my own good. Now after the fact I don’t regret it at all. Why put my health at risk just to feel like I’m super-human? Please. God knows there are plenty of other ways to feel that way.

My mouth is a war zone

There was a point earlier this week where I was super-stressed. I truly felt like I was in a haze of sorts. I was not in a good mental-state. I think as a result of the stress I accidentally bit the inside of my mouth in several places. And in my efforts to brush my teeth around the affected areas I think I injured myself further by stabbing myself. And on top of all that I also bit my tongue. So basically my mouth is a war zone. I need to spend some time figuring out how to deal with it (besides heaps of Anbesol) because I can’t eat properly, I can’t smile properly, and I can’t talk properly. Basically, I’m a mess.

Stupid stress!

Magic dagger

I feel like someone stabbed me in the shoulder with a magic dagger that just vapourized shortly after.

Having trouble moving. Every time I move my head my neck and shoulders spasm.

Driving in might not be the best idea. Wonder if this warrants a sick day. :-/

An aching man

Just a few words. I’m currently working through a bit of an injury. My right knee and left ankle are aching as a result of plyometrics class on Saturday. I think I landed hard on one jump causing my knee to start aching. And my left side has been compensating for the problem on the right and as a result my left ankle has started to ache too. This morning, I wasn’t entirely sure how much it actually hurt, so I just came to run club anyway. I went in with intentions of completing the whole 18K that was on schedule. As I started going though, I knew something was off. The sidewalks were covered in thick snow and slush making for a lot of uneven running. My pace slowed down to significantly. I kept telling myself that I’d keep going and turn around if I felt it was appropriate. By about 4K I got to a section that was downhill and slippery. I didn’t have any power in my legs. I just didn’t feel like I could continue without putting myself in danger. That’s when I made the call to turn around and walk back. So running four kilometres isn’t so bad, but walking that same distance took forever! I tried starting up a run again a few times during that walk back, but I couldn’t maintain anything. It was pretty rough. So yeah, I’m trying to rest the legs and recover quickly. I’m not going to let this prevent me from racing in March.

That’s how I roll

So let’s address the thing about the injury in this entry. Sunday morning, I was out for my 10K run. There were no immediate issues as I went along. Along the route, there’s a somewhat large hill that I enjoy having all of the people in my class go up. It’s a bit of a nice challenge. Anyway, close to the top of the thing, I ended up rolling my ankle and collapsing. The gutter and the road pavement were uneven where that happened. Basically I just misstepped and my left ankle bent in a direction it’s generally not supposed to go. I felt to the ground in pain. I took a moment or two to regain my thoughts. At the time I was running with two others and they immediately came to my aid. Judging from their reactions, the fall must have been somewhat spectacular. My ankle must have bent in some really ugly manner. I don’t know. I wish I had a camera.

So, after getting back up, I started walking. They were insisting that someone get a car to pick me up. Apparently running it off was not an option. I wasn’t ready to make such a decision, so I told them that I needed to walk on it first to see how I felt. Yeah, the ankle wasn’t feeling all that great. There was a fair bit of discomfort every time I put pressure on it. I was scanning my mind for options. I knew that running is more about forward motion than lateral movements. I knew that if I had to do lateral movements I’d be out entirely. After a few moments I told them I’d do the remaining 3K or so back to the store. It was a bit rough. I had to spend some time figuring out my next moves.

No, it doesn’t seem swollen, but I’ve been icing it regularly. I bought an ankle brace to introduce a little bit of compression. I’ve generally been resting it. I need to figure out whether I can run on it on Tuesday night. I want to be able to do so because it’s our first night of hill training. We’ll see. I mean I won’t do anything silly, but…yeah…ultimately pain will slap me in the face anyway if I do something entirely dumb. Nature’s great that way.

Lightly battered

Yeah, I’m backdating this entry to fill in yesterday’s date. I was sitting on the couch pondering about what to write about when I basically fell asleep. It’s really a good thing my couch is so darn comfortable. Probably a good thing thatI’m minimizing movement. See, my left hip is bruised, my left knee is in pain, and generally I’m feeling a little battered, like shrimp tempura. I did an improv show at a dive bar last night, and a lot of my scenes involved me getting shot, or falling to the ground. Every time I fell, I really went for it. The common sense thing to do would have been to soften the landing, but no, I really just collapsed where I was. I ended up just limping from the bar back to the station.

I’ll be fine, really. Nothing an Advil or two can’t dull. The things I do for a laugh, I guess.

Diminishing pain

You know, if I think about it I wasn’t really all that sore today. Don’t get me wrong: it’s all relative. I mean, I’m still sore and walking around very delicately. Just the act of sitting down and getting up alone is enough to give me pause. All that being said, I don’t feel like I’ve been hit by a train like the last time I ran a marathon. Really, last time I felt like I just could not bring myself out of bed. I guess it helped that I had booked a week of vacation at the time. This time though I don’t have that luxury, so I’ve had to just wince and push onward. I think that’s been a secret weapon. Just the act of walking around despite the pain is enough to help work out the kinks. I’m sure that in a few days I’ll be back to normal. Meanwhile, my body’s just angry with me.

Hey, just as a side note, I made an interesting observation at lunch. You can almost pick out the people among the downtown crowd who raced on Sunday. That’s because we’re all walking slowly or gingerly just like we’ve been riding horses all day. Seriously, it amuses me.

Tired, bruised, satisfied

Ack!

It’s late! I’m tired! I’m bruised!

Tonight I played in a friend’s improv show, and it went better than I ever imagined it would. All the same, I’m tired and hurting so I’ll have to save the tale spinning for another time. Side effect though: there’s a small small small possibility that I might end up in the weekend edition of the Globe and Mail. We’ll have to see.

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