Who'da thought that my last post, my brief return to blogging, a post about my running triumphs, my personal goal-setting and accomplishments, my love of running, would be followed up by this one, where I will talk about pain, disappointment, and setbacks.
I overdid it last week.
For the last 7 months, I've been running about 4 or 5 days a week, resting a day in between a set or 2 or 3. Last week I ran 6 days without a rest day. Granted, there weren't any great distances in the mix, and only 1 or 2 done outside where the path is so much harder than my cushy, shock-absorbing treadmill. But not resting in-between may have been my downfall.
Temporary downfall, I hope.
I sit here typing, at a time when I would ordinarily be running, thinking about the calories burned and how much closer I would be to fitting into some of my pre-baby clothes, celebrating the fact that I won't have to wear the fat-sucking, wet-suit of a bathing-suit-of-shame this summer, I have my left ankle soaking in Epsom salts trying to gauge how long I will be sidelined.
It's not like I can go to the gym and do something different, like cycling or the elliptical, either, since my exercise window of opportunity is limited to 25 minutes a day between the time I drop Samantha off at school and the time I then need to get ready for work (and I'm still late for work every day...).
And now I think this may mean that I need to come up with some blog posts to write to fill the gap.
It's been so long, and I just don't feel like I have much to say these days.
I could talk about the non-event of our IEP meeting, but it would be incredibly short and you'd fall asleep before the second sentence. Have you ever heard anyone call an IEP meeting fun?
I could talk about Samantha's birthday party that we held 2 days ago, but honestly, it was pretty much the same as the last 4. Same location, similar pics. I will still post something about it, but I'm not in any great rush.
I could talk about, uh, ummmmm, well...
Yeah, that's about the extent of things.
Not exactly stimulating reading.
Our lives are pretty basic, my camera woefully under-used these days. The kid still continues to amaze me every day, and purposefully makes me laugh constantly.
But that's pretty much it.
I'll try to get my creative juices flowing again, perhaps inspired by the now-lukewarm water my foot is soaking in. I think that's a sign it's time to pack up the keyboard for today.
In the meantime, if any of you have any brilliant home remedies for quick recoveries from tendonitis, please pass them my way. I'm missing my morning runs terribly right now.