Okay so I am injured once again. Don't even get me started on how this happens twice in the span on 4 months. This is not about being "a victim" to the hobby or a victim in any regard. This is about the lack of ability to keep my head quiet and balanced without some form of exercise. The all-natural prozac in the form of sweat and pride.
I started out on an 11 mile run last Sunday. Mile 5 was met with a sore achilles. Now after 8 marathons, I have experienced soreness before so I am not about the respect it and stop. It is a minor discomfort. Well, I won't provide details, but I have a soleus that is swollen and tight and makes me cringe when trying to negotiate my stairs. This is swollen to the point that it is noticeable by my inspection and is about twice the size of the other leg. I am going to "go easy," but have to admit my head is a bit noisy; I am a titch ornery, and need to find the endorphins before Crazy finds me.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
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