Archive for January, 2008
Ah, a night of having no power again. Why is it that everytime we lose power it’s at each of the far extremes in weather? Last summer it was in the middle of the night with smoltering heat. Last night we had a rude awakening at 2am when the temperature is 12 degrees with a wind chill of -11 degrees and the winds a howling. We’re not talking a little wind. We’re talking wicked wind. The kind that freezes your face off and knocks you off of your feet.
The electric flickered at 12am and we had no issues. Then at 2am there was a loud crack and glowing lights sparking outside our window. We ran to the window and looked out the blinds to find our neighbors tree had split and was lying in the street. At the same time it was pulling on powerlines and with every gust of wind there were sparks and green light. Everytime there were sparks we lost our power. After a minute the powerline must have totally gave way because it stopped sparking and we lost complete power. Unsure what to do we called 911. I know the electric company asks you to call a specific number but come on, are you going to go searching through your file cabinet to find the number at 2am in the pitch dark? Of course we were worried about our power but we wanted to make sure that the live wire would be addressed. After 15 minutes a police officer showed. I can only hope that if it were a more serious incident they’d be there faster. Dunno though. Hopefully I’ll never have to find out. The police left and within an hour a crew had arrived. I’m figuring they just assessed the damage and put up barricades because as of this moment we still have downed powerlines, a tree in the middle of the street, and no power. We did get more sleep than expected. Of course I was up mostly thinking through how to get ready in the morning and taking the animals elsewhere with having no power and no heat. Just piecing it all together. Thankfully I don’t go into work until noon today. However, I still woke up with David at 6am and am currently with the dogs at the ‘rents house. I debated whether to take the cats to work for comfort but as of now they seem content in our 60 degree house. I’ll check on them in a bit.
This weather is a far cry from yesterdays. With all of the wicked wind and freezing temperatures the local schools have been cancelled for the day. My only guess is that we’re not the only ones without power, with the possibility of other downed trees and powerlines. However, our neighbors less than a block away have power. We must be in a different grid or something. I can only hope that we’ll have power by the afternoon. Cross your fingers.
Update: Upon checking back at the house at 9am we still didn’t have power and the temperature in the house was down to 56 degrees. When I checked back at 11am we had power and the temperature was slowly increasing. As of this point (8pm) we are finally back up to temperature. Here’s a picture of the tree that fell. Really, the picture doesn’t do justice as it’s too dark and you can’t see half of the tree. But given that it was 6am and blistery cold it’s the best I could do.
Good Sunday evening to you all. Oh where does the time go? If you’re not doing one thing, you’re doing the other. Right? On Friday night we met up with Jen, Joe, and Emma for dinner. We hadn’t really seen or spent time with them in awhile, so it was great to catch up. As with so many other things in life, we get wrapped up into what’s around us, whether it’s school or just normal things around the house, and sometimes forget to do all of the other things that we enjoy, like hanging out with them.
On Saturday we got most of our running around done in the morning so we could “chill” the rest of the day. That included going to the laundromat with mom so we could wash our comforters. That’s the downside of having a king-size bed. It calls for a huge comforter that I can’t wash at home. And ya’ll know me, I clean and wash things like crazy, especially with the animals. The comforter is just a hassle. We always make the bed (I won’t leave the house without it being made) We also use a thinner quilt and leave that on top and tend to just leave the comforter nicely folded at the end of the bed. If we know we’re having company and will be showing them around the house we tend to put the comforter fully on the bed. Well, about a month or so ago one of the animals got sick in bed making a mess of the comforter. So needless to say the comforter has been folded in the corner waiting to be taken to the laudromat since then. When mom said that she had to wash theirs at the laundromat I hopped on it and suggested we go together. So mom and I accomplished our goal on Saturday. Thankfully it went fast and we had good company with eachother. However, even with their gigantic washers I felt like I had to push and shove to get the comforter into the washer. I ask myself, is this comforter really worth it?? I want to get rid of it. Of course when I got home David suggested that we actually start to use the comforter, meaning we sleep with it. Ugh. Hey, as long as he agrees to taking it to the laundromat next time. Nothing much else happened the rest of the day. David’s Sprint contract is finally finished (yes!) so we ordered him a new phone through Verizon. I will still have Sprint until my contract is finished (June) but we have officially started to make the change from Sprint to Verizon. Thank God. We stayed home Saturday night and watched the movie Miracle, the movie about the US hockey team. It was a good movie that didn’t disappoint.
I woke up at a decent time this morning and got some school work out of the way including some quizzes. After that David and I hit the streets for our long run of the week. We weren’t sure how long David would last due to the cold and poor circulation in his feet. He last about 3 miles but then had to head home. As for me I continued on and finished at 8.5 miles. Good to go. I also ran without music and was pleasantly surprised at how well I did. Knowing that I won’t be able to run the half marathon with music I’ve been inserting “no music running days” here and there in my schedule. I want to make sure that I’m not dependant or rely on my music to keep me going. Once again, it felt good throughout the run. It’s amazing when you pass a certain point and it’s as though your body just glides along. I’m not saying I’m a smooth runner by any means but your body shifts into autopilot. It’s a cool feeling. I’ve also broken the hour barrier these past two weeks, meaning I’m out running for over an hour. It’s not as bad as I thought it could be. I keep my mind busy by taking in what’s around me. There was snow on the ground still today so I ended up running mostly on the side of the streets. I had no major issues. Only the old guy that was mad at me for running in the road and decided to beep at me. Ah well. “That’s it man. Beep your horn at me while you’re driving to church in your Sunday’s best.” Ha. No big surprise I guess.
When I got home David notified me that a movie started in 45 minutes. If I hurried we could make it on time. I did so and we ended up making it to the movies just in time. Our movie of choice? 27 Dresses. Yes, my husband took me to a chick flick, again. As I told him, I love him for so many reasons, including that he’ll watch/take me to movies. And as stated previously, he truly doesn’t mind and ends up actually liking them half the time. In addition, he’s also willing to take heat, if any, from guys around him for watching the movies. I’m truly thankful. Back to the movie, it was very good. Cute, funny, feel good. You pretty much knew what was going to happen but that’s okay. It’s nice to have a happy movie that you don’t have to think too much about every once in awhile.
This evening we had my ‘rents over for dinner. Nothing special, just figured we’d have some company. So that’s about it. Oh yeah. Nothing all that exciting, but I wanted to let you know that I stayed true to my comment on Erika’s blog. I setup a “station” in our basement for recyclables. It may need some revamping but we’ve already started to save our cans and bottles instead of throwing them away….something we should’ve been doing long ago. Hope everyone had an enjoyable and relaxing weekend.
I only have but a few moments before it’s time to head to bed, but I wanted to post a little something considering it’s been a couple days.
As you know I had jury duty on Tuesday. We went through the jury selection process and I was actually one chosen for the jury. People may be surprised, but I was glad to be summoned for jury duty and to actually be chosen to be on the jury. It was something that I had never experienced before and it was something that I thought I’d find interesting and educational at the same time. It definitely was. It was a civil case, which meant although we had to make a decision, it wasn’t something so heavy as a criminal case. The actual trial didn’t last all that long, as it started yesterday afternoon and finished this morning. We headed into delibartion and I was chosen as the foreperson. Darn notetaker. Nah. In all honesty I didn’t mind. I expected the deliberation to be swift and found that it didn’t end up being so swift after all. Thankfully we had a great group of people on jury duty. There wasn’t anyone that took offense to other’s comments and I feel everyone was still free to speak their mind. And although we were making a big decision and had the weight on our shoulders it was still an entertaining experience. Of course this is coming from someone from the “analyzer family.” Remember, I love to analyze every bit of information I receive so this kind of stuff I can get into. We delivered our verdict then got to meet with the magistrate and then the judge. Of course we were content in our verdict but at the same time you often feel it’s a lose-lose situation, given that you can’t necessarily award everything to one person or the other. You tend to meet in the middle somewhere and the parties involved aren’t 100% happy. With that being said, after speaking with the magistrate I definitely feel just in the feelings we felt and the decision that was made. This was such a great experience that I do hope to be called for jury duty again. Too bad I only receive a small compensation from the courts and nothing for work. But I guess that’s what sick times for, right?
On the running end of things, I took Monday as a rest day while David headed out into the decent weather. Once again I should’ve been smart enough to look at the weather but didn’t. On Tuesday we got snow but I once again bit the bullet, got my kicks on, and headed out. It was my first ever “snow run.” I got to have the experience of running into falling snow and having snowflakes stuck to my eyelashes. They kind of hindered my view but that’s okay. I just kept telling myself, “I’m playing in the snow.” Today’s conditions were about the same but the snow had been stepped on more, leaving more icy spots. I try to run in the street when at all possible, but oftentimes this isn’t a real good choice since they are major roads. Today my legs were definitely feeling the strain I had put on them yesterday. Even though I didn’t run a long distance the snow gave my legs a run for their money. Running on snow is the oddest sensation. I think Erika describes it quite accurately when she says it feels like you’re running in quick sand. You’re pushing but feel as though you’re going no where. It wasn’t necessarily slippery given that it was freshly fallen snow on Tuesday. When your feet hit the ground it’s solid, but when you go to push off they “slip” almost as though you’re paddling with your feet. Your legs start to burn when you’re only on your first block. Having said that I think I did pretty well. I didn’t land on my face or butt for that matter and I returned home all in one piece. As for my pace, well, I’m not going to go there.
The past week I’ve been dealing with some “guilt”. It’s the same ol’ thing I’ve been battling. Realistic thought vs. Motivational thought. I’ve been wanting to get out to run but then it snows or it’s freezing out, and I feel like I can’t run. At the same time I read other’s blogs seeing how they’re out there trudging away at training. What’s the deal? Am I a sissy or should I be out running? I want to run, that’s not the question. We’ve even visited the idea of joining a gym or the Y, or taking up our neighbors invitation to use their treadmill. At least I’d still be running, which is what I want to do. But the bottom line is that I not only want to run, but I want to run outside too. I go through all of my trains of thought. I ask myself, “Is it safe to be out running?” but don’t know what to answer. I see others are doing it, so it should be safe. On the other hand I don’t want to be out there killing myself only to find that I am making a fool of myself and I shouldn’t be running. Then I try to think on another level. Maybe I’m not out there because it comes down to feeling that I’m not prepared enough minus spikes or that I think I don’t have enough warm weather gear or that I don’t think I have the knowledge of dressing appropriately. I’m sure I’ve totally lost you . I think the problem is that I’m thinking. What do you think? Haha. Oh glory, I’m whacked out. The good thing is that although my training schedule has been thrown out the window the past 2 weeks, I’m still increasing my mileage and I still feel great.
Due to all of this thinking David and I haven’t run since I last running post, which was Thursday. With the bitter weather coming I contacted our neighbor to take them up on their invitation to use their treadmill. I was unable to get in touch so just threw the idea out the window. Having not run Friday or Saturday I still knew for sure I wouldn’t be running in the frigid weather Sunday (today). But for some reason I got a bug in my butt today and wanted to get moving after having 2 days off. I knew I had to meet my goal of 6 miles for my weekend long run. As usual, I went through my process of elimination of how to go about accomplishing it. The Y was out. We still have 2 free passes but they didn’t open until 1pm. That wouldn’t work. Then I tried our neighbor one last time. Although I waited until after 10am to call I think I perturbed them by calling. In the end they said, “Ok.” but I felt as though I was putting them out so decided against that idea. It was settled. I just had to bundle my butt up for the 9 degree temperature and hit the road. I threw on my layers and was ready to go, but had to make a phone call. Once again I was back to my questioning/thinking state and wasn’t sure if what I was doing was right. (Why am I going through this stage??) I called Erika, who’ve I’ve personally made my mentor, in hopes of getting some reassurance. As expected, she was there with an open mind and a ton of help and inspiration. It was as good as if she was standing right there gently pushing me out the door. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better.
Geez! It was cold. I’m a cold-type of person so the cold really gets to me. I had 2 layers on my bottom, 3 on top, a neck gator, a hat, a hood, and 2 pair of gloves. Within a half mile I had hit what I call my “cold wall”. I had my fingers pulled out of the finger slots in the gloves and my hands were in fists, inside both sets of gloves. The neck gator was taking some getting used to. It was hard hearing myself breathe and it started to get wet and freeze. Other than that I felt pretty good. Cold, but good. Thankfully the sun was shining but I still had a bit of wind to contend with. It was then that I added my, “Good morning wind, come run with me,” talking. I just kept listening to my music and kicking it out. I was determined to meet my goal. By mile 2 I was feeling great and had settled into my pace (which ended up being slow for the day…a trade off that I will accept given the circumstances). My fingers had warmed and I had gotten the neck gator use down to a science. I’d move it up and down as I needed it. And since I was running a loop around my house, by the second loop I knew when I needed to use it and when not to. Although I was determined to meet my 6 mile goal I also had the realistic thought in the back of my mind reminding myself that if I wouldn’t be able to finish, due to the cold, then that’s the way it would be. However, by mile 4 I was telling myself, “Yep. You’re going to make it. It’s a done deal. Just finish what you started.” And just like that I had completed what I started. Frozen snot on my face and gloves, and all. Not only had I met my goal of just making exactly 6 miles and cut my route short, but I kept it up. I completely finished the route and ended with a total 6.7 miles. That’s what I’m talking about! I didn’t just meet, I exceeded. Once again, a confidence boosting run. I’m hoping that with this run my thought process will hopefully allow me to get out and run in the frigid single-digit weather easier in the future. Erika was my phone call of choice after my run today. Thank you Erika! As always, you rock.
Sorry for the lack of posting this week. Not only has my blog posting been put on the back burner, but I’m also sad to say that my running has too. I dug into my schoolwork on Monday and have only lifted my head out of a book to eat, sleep, and work. Even at work, any “free” moment I have I work on a question or two. Thank God for USB flash drives. Whatever I don’t get done there I get done here and vice versa. I’ve even been waking up at 5:30am before work to try to get an assignment in. So basically what I’m saying is, I wake up do schoolwork, go to work, do schoolwork at work whenever possible, come home and do schoolwork until bedtime. Then the cycle starts the next day. It’s not all that bad other than me feeling like anything I want to do has to hold off. And I keep telling myself it will get better. As stated previously, the first couple weeks are the toughest. I work so hard at the beginning of the semester not only to keep up but also work ahead so I keep ahead of the game. It will all be worth it.
Today was crazy at work. What’s new?! Doc had some sort of food poisoning so he was having problems at both ends if you know what I mean. Add on top of that 4 surgeries (unlike our normal 3) with one being a 111 pound mature dog spay, dental, and aural hematoma repair (ear pinna fills with blood so you have to drain it and do a specific time consuming procedure on it so that it doesn’t fill again) That surgery alone took 3 hours. With him being sick we were thankfully able to reschedule all of our afternoon appointments. Even with rescheduling we were still doing surgeries until 4:30 pm. Yikes. Busy, busy. So busy you don’t get lunch….you don’t even think about it. With the all surgeries done and no appointments there was nothing to do, so I was surprisingly allowed to go home a bit early tonight. Whew. That was nice. I was hoping to fit a run in.
You know what I said about putting running on the back burner? Well, I made up for it when I got home. I pounded out 5.17 miles by myself. Once again a personal best and I’m quite proud. Not only that I accomplished it but also that I did it by myself and I didn’t think I was going to die. On the contrary, I wanted to go farther and made myself stop for fear David might send out the hounds for me. I had only planned to do 3 miles so you can see why he’d might be worried when I didn’t come home, and didn’t come home……I was so excited about my distance I even called my mom just so I could tell someone. I don’t know if I’ll make my weekly goal of 10 miles for the diabetic challenge, but atleast I got what I got. Tomorrow is David’s birthday and we’re planning on heading out of town after work. I get off at noon and we’re hoping he’ll get off around then too (keep your fingers crossed!) So more than likely there will be no running, although I never rule it out. Then Saturday…..oooh Saturday it looks like it’s going to be bitter cold. We’re talking a high in the low teens. We shall see what happens.
I better get back to the books. See ya!
I can’t believe that it’s been 13 years since I broke my leg. It seems like yesterday.
It was Saturday 1/14/95. The day after my dad’s birthday. The day after a Friday the 13th. I went skiing with our school’s ski club. It was only my second trip skiing and we were at Brandywine. The first trip didn’t go all that well and I found myself frustrated. By my second trip I had started to find my confidence in it. Enough to make it to the step above the bunny hill aka Frosty. The hill was named Easy Rider….it still is. It was a warmer day meaning there was a ton of ice. Near the bottom of the hill there was a patch of bumpy ice. Everyone was going over it, including me. It was just after 2pm and was going to be our last run. I headed down the hill, saw the patch of ice, went over the patch of ice as I had done a million times that day, and “whoosh!” there it went. Immediate pain. To this day I’m not sure if I blacked out. If I did I came to very quickly. I found my legs tangled in a mess, I was in an amount of pain that I couldn’t even imagine. The type of pain that makes you warm. I remember looking up and seeing a girl on the lift who I didn’t know laughing loud at how I had fallen. Little did she know. My rental skis had crossed one over the other. One had released the other did not which torqued my leg and broke it. At that point we didn’t know the severity of my accident. After a few moments of my friends trying to get me up and me not being able to. They ran for help. Finally the ski patrol arrived in the snow mobile. I was strapped to a stretcher, placed in a toboggan and taken to the ski patrol hut. I remember watching the sky, feeling the pain, and the smell of the gasoline from the snowmobile.
When we got the the hut they started to examine me, only to find they wouldn’t be able to get my pants off. I was in so much pain that if they tugged on my legs I’d scream. The only answer was to cut off my clothes, so that’s what they did. There I was, down to nothing on my bottom. I didn’t know what was going on but I was attached to oxygen and my sister had arrived after being notified to come off the slopes. Within 1/2 hour I found myself being strapped to a back board and taken to Bedford Heights hospital via ambulance. The ride was horrendous. I had no pain control and they took me on a bumpy road. There was even a sign that said “Bumpy Road” per Andrea. I just wanted to die. Give me something, anything. We arrived at the hospital and I was immediately taken to radiology. I remember the technician being the biggest wench. She was rude and inconsiderate. She tried to place a black block under my leg and I about went through the roof. At that point if you touched even my arm I flipped. She was finally able to place a smaller block under my leg and take a successful shot.
I was taken to a room in the ER. My parents arrived after racing from home. They presented the radiographs. Big as day, my femur was broken in half. It had not only broken but also contracted. They weren’t sure what to do. Without a thought my mom said, “Take us where we need to go then. We won’t be staying here.” They started an IV gave me morphine…finally! and I was shipped to Rainbow Babies and Children’s Hospital. Just to let you know. I do not recommend going to Rainbow on a Saturday night. It’s one of the most busiest places on the Earth. I laid strapped to that hard backboard for hours. Although I had pain medication I was still in pain. I was hungry and I couldn’t move. I couldn’t use the restroom. Finally they placed baby diapers under me so I could relieve myself. I remember Dad and Andrea coming into the room. They were trying to be quiet but I could see out of the corner of my eye that they had a candy bar. Snickers! I wanted it badly but couldn’t. When my mom had enough of waiting she stormed out of the room and hollered at someone. Come to find out they were trying to comprise a team to perform surgery on me. They were going to place a pin in my leg and place me in traction. That would pull my bones apart, allowing them to heal. By 11:30pm Dad and Andrea left Cleveland and my mom stayed with me. I was finally heading to surgery. They didn’t have a surgical suite available so I was to have the surgery performed in the trauma center. I didn’t care. Give me more pain medication and get me off of the backboard.
Taking me to surgery was a blur but I do remember while it was being performed my anesthesia became too light. I was asleep but could feel something being screwed into my leg. I couldn’t feel pain but could hear it and could feel the pressure. Finally I sat up and remember someone pushing me down. I don’t remember anything after that. Later that evening I was awoken by a nurse. My IV had busted open and I had a bloody mess on my hands.
The next day I had a roommate who had been hit my at RTA bus. She was in one piece but her kidneys were bruised. I remember the horrible muscle spasms I experienced those first few days. They’d wake me up from sleep and it was once again the pain I can’t describe. Relieving myself was once again impossible. I had to use a bedpan and couldn’t lift myself on to it with the amount of pain I was in. Thankfully they found a wedged one that was at least somewhat possible even though it still hurt immensely to be placed on it it.
The hardest thing was having mom and dad would visit for a few hours. Although they’d visit I knew there were drained from having to work all day and the long drive back and forth. That’s when we became determined to get me to Firelands. Through some work it was made possible. After 4 days in Cleveland I was finally shipped to Sandusky via ambulance.
My stay in Sandusky wasn’t bad. I had my own room, a tutor I loved, people would come to visit, and the pain finally subsided after a week or so. I loved my nurses, hated the food (thank God for spaghettios) and dreaded my nightly pin care. But I made it. One whole month in the hospital. After a month I was taken out of traction and placed in a body cast. I was then able to go home. Able to use a real toilet and be on the computer. Ahh. After a month in the cast I was able to have it removed and start physical therapy. The day it was removed we had hoped to celebrate only to find that my leg was quite painful trying to re-adjust to free movement. Not only that but due to laying for 2 months without having to support myself I had no muscle tone in my back. Making it from the doctor’s office to the car was a chore. It was amazing after the first day of physical therapy how much I was able to do. I worked on my exercises religiously. I was determined to get up and moving as fast as I could.
That’s my experience in a nutshell. I still have some residual problems such as flexibility and aches but I still think it’s amazing what I’ve been able to do since my injury. I skiied again. I rode horses. I was a cheerleader. I now run. Amazing.
If you can remember back to July, I had lost Hope. Well, this week my Confidence was broken. Ha. Not my actual confidence but my wristband that said, “Confidence” on it. It had taken the place of my Hope wristband. About a month ago it was scratched at work by a cat, leaving a gouge out of the side. I knew it was vulnerable to tear but I still wore it. I had taken it off to scrub in for surgery (you can’t wear jewelry, watches, etc. under your sterile gloves). After the surgery I was attempting to put it back on and “pop!” it tore through. After I had lost Hope I was on a mission to find a new one. I guess the fad is on its way out because I couldn’t find them anywhere and when I did they were super cheap. Since I had already lost one I knew I’d more than likely have a few more mishaps, so I purchased atleast 3-4 identical packs. So I have a replacement Confidence, but wonder if I should try out one of the other two in the packs. The other words are Desire and Heart. Which should I choose? Any recommendations?
Yesterday I didn’t get a run in. It was windy, rainy, and dark by the time I got off of work at 7pm. Yuck. I just guaranteed myself that I’d get up this morning and go out, praying that the rain had subsided. Well, the rain subsided but the wind decided to kick it up a notch. 24 mph winds with 31 mph gusts. The kind where I just had to lean into the wind and it holds me up. I tossed in bed this morning as I could hear the winds hitting the windows and changing pressure through the house….we have an older house. Goodness. “Alright Heidi. Just do it. Get out there, welcome the wind to your run and it will all come together.” I probably took the longest time ever to get dressed and all geared up. I went outside and a gust caught me. I just told myself that I’d be fine and said, “Good morning wind! Would you like to join me for a run?” And took off. I felt like no matter what direction I was going I was running into the wind. That’s what we get for living on one of the Great Lakes I guess. I’d hit a good spot then the wind would gust again, reminding me that it was present. I’d just say, “Come on wind, keep running with me.” The gust would end and we were in harmony. Yes, I think I’ve truly lost it, but it works! Erika brought this up on our run last weekend. I thought this was the best day to try it and I wasn’t disappointed. Instead of gritting my teeth and cursing the wind, I just welcomed it and went with it. It felt great. So great that I kept going and completed my planned route twice, making it 4.34 miles on my own. Once again this is a personal best for me….longest mileage by myself. That’s awesome and it’s even better to upload my Garmin to see how many calories I burned. Sweet. I think I have finally entered into a new “level” of running. No longer am I hitting a wall at 3 miles. At that point my body wants to keep running and settles into autopilot. I have yet to find at what mileage my new wall is. I’m sure I’ll find it soon enough but for now I’m going to enjoy my current status.
After Erika’s most recent post, I have decided to join her in the Diabetic Runner Challenge. I’m sure there are people out there that are saying, “Are you trying to be Erika? You’re doing everything she does.” No, I’m not trying to be Erika and I never want to be a copy cat, but you can’t deny that she’s an inspiring person with great ideas. So Erika, I apologize if I come across as a copy cat, it’s not my intention.
The challenge is to either run 1000 or 500 miles in one year. I entered the 500 mile challenge, meaning I have challenged myself to complete 500 miles in the year of 2008. As the site states, as long as I keep to a 10 miles/week I’ll make it. I encourage anyone out there to take on the challenge too. You don’t have to be diabetic. It’s all about challenging yourself and raising awareness of diabetes and World Diabetes Day. Be sure to keep an eye of my mileage that I’ll update on a daily basis. 15.42 miles down…only 484.58 miles to go!
I guess I didn’t live up to my previous post when I said that we’d get up Monday morning and run. We both had been tossing and turning all night (due to warmth for me….anxiety with the big game for David) so when the alarm went off it was close to impossible to wake up. My legs we still kind of sore from Sunday too. Then when we did get up I was kicking myself for not getting my lazy butt up. Thankfully, I got out of work early due to our schedule being empty. I went home and immediately went out for a run in 65 degree weather. Yeah, in shorts, sasquatch legs and all. Forgive me for not shaving my legs in a month…when you go outside it all grows back almost immediately when it’s cold out. It was dark out, no one could see. Back to the run….Ooh, the wind was harsh. So harsh I wanted to stop, but I kept pushing and it felt great.
I’m still having the nagging right hip pain. I just attributed it to being my “bad” leg. But after discussing it with Erika she thought it may be my Iliotibial Band Syndrome (ITB Band) and told me I better nip it in the bud now. The ITB is a superficial thickening of tissue on the outside of the thigh, extending from the outside of the pelvis, over the hip and knee, and inserting just below the knee. After doing some research on my symptoms I believe she’s right on. One of the causes of injury is running on banked surfaces. When my problem originally reared it’s ugly head (this time) it was after we had run on the street a few weeks back (after the bad snow where we had to wait almost a week, then when we did go out we had to run on the side of the road). So I’m working on stretching it and Sita worked on me last night. She also observed that I look to be out of alignment which could also be a problem. I dunno. I’m working on it but the nagging pain sucks. Even though I attribute this to running I think the running only flared the problem that was already present. As time moves on I find that I’m less and less able to do things with my bad leg. In evaluating my mobility I’d say I have 1/4-1/3 the flexibility of my left leg. Now, my left leg is quite flexible mind you, but I’d still like to have more flexibility in my right leg. I definitely over compensate for the leg too. If you look at the treads of my old running shoes the left shoe is bald compared to my right having little wear. As of now I’ll continue to do my stretches and hope that the pain goes away as it has done in the past.