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Another Doc, A New Idea

15 Mar

Hi!

So, my new routine goes a little something like this:  wake up at 5, leave house by 5:20, get on train at 5:30, get to Flywheel for 6 AM class, take said class, walk to work, do 15 minutes on TM (that involves 2 minutes of running followed by 1 minute of walking, for 15 minutes total) shower, and be at my desk by around 8:15.  This is neither convenient nor particularly fun, but I’ve gotten sort of used to it.

However, getting up routinely at 5 AM may just be killing me.  I am so tired.  So very tired.  All the livelong day.  A lot of my friends have been popping out babies lately and I simply cannot fathom that brand of tired.  I try and think of them when I am feeling very sorry for myself and wanting to nap under my desk a la George Costanza around 2 PM.

I'd rather not divulge how many times a day I consider following his lead....

Anyhow… I’ve had a few days this week where my foot pain was nil (which was exciting!) or very low.  However, just when I think the pain is gone, I get a little gnawing reminder of it.  It’s not incapacitating and never has been, actually, but at this point, I just want it to go away completely so I can feel 100% confident about running and not having the PF rear its ugly head and end my running days for good.  I’m trying very hard to be smart and cautious and I’m hoping it will pay off in the long run.  (“long run”– so punny.)  I’ve read some horror stories about runners who persisted in running while they had PF and I do not want that.

My PT has me working on strengthening my hips, ankles, and core.  My right ankle is a big part of the problem, as its range of motion is very low (but has gotten much better!)  My calves are and always have “the tightest calves ever.”  (quote from PT.)  I’m working to loosen them up.  I’m seeing some results (slowly.)  But the foot issue persists.  And I know that despite how little pain I am in currently, it would come raging back if I chose to do a run longer than 20 minutes or so.  I can just tell.

Since I’ve been going to PT so much and reading so much about PF, I’ve formed an opinion that the issue (at least in my case) is not so much with my FOOT,  as it is with my running mechanics– the aforementioned ankle weakness, calf tightness, etc.  By the way, I think my PT is awesome and if anyone is looking for a recommendation, please hit me up.  I like that he takes a holistic approach to it and wants to fix the mechanics issues, rather than just focusing on my foot.  Anyhow, this belief is why I have balked at the notion of expensive orthotics (which obviously focus on the foot) and cortisone injections (which, more times than not, it seems to me, ease the pain, but not the issue.)  I am not interested in easing any pain, since, as I’ve said before, it’s more than bearable right now.  I am interested in getting rid of the PF completely and never seeing it return.

Now that I’ve given this long and rambling introduction… I saw a new doctor yesterday.  I really liked him, as he sat down and asked me a bunch of questions, listened to me, and took a long look at my feet.  He acknowledged that I had been very good about doing pretty much everything they consider to be a conservative treatment– not running, PT, sleeping in the splint, etc.  He then explained that he was fairly certain I had progressed from plantar fasciitis to plantar fasciosis.  That basically means, from what I understand, that my plantar fascia have progressed (or regressed, I guess?) from a point of inflammation to one of degeneration.  No one wants to hear that something is “degenerating” on one’s body and he acknowledged that it sounded scary, but it was very common– especially in runners.  He then did an ultrasound where he confirmed that I was indeed dealing with a case of fasciosis.  He showed me where the tendons had started to degenerate.  Then he told me how he likes to deal with this problem…

He suggested giving me a PRP injection.  PRP stands for Platelet Rich Plasma.  Basically, he would draw blood from my arm, spin it in a centrifuge to isolate the platelets, then inject the blood into my foot.  OK, I’m not a scientist, I don’t really get it.  Also, when I hear that he is going to be DRAWING BLOOD (eeeeek needles) and then INJECTING ME (eeeeeek more needles) I don’t really hear anything else.  Even though T and I love Intervention, I can no longer watch the ones about heroin because seeing needles gives me the willies.  One of my loved ones has to have blood drawn regularly and our family has come to refer to it as a “sparkle test” because too much talk of blood being drawn makes me ill.  (BTW, my code for anything icky or uncomfortable is sparkles and unicorns– picturing those things makes me happy ’cause I’m a girl and stuff.)

Oh hey! Look at that! It's a unicorn! This image has basically nothing to do with the subject matter, but I was getting a bit uncomfortable with all the blood talk, plus I've got a hella huge block of text going on here.

Anyhow, the doc said he had seen some really good results from this.  He said he saw me having a long running life ahead of me.  I asked him what his thoughts were on shockwave therapy and he said, “That’s a really good question.”  He seemed pretty impressed in general with my knowledge of PF and its treatment options and I kind of wanted to say, “Bro, I am OBSESSED with fixing this ish!”  Anyhow, he told me that shockwave therapy was the same idea as PRP in that it also re-injured the area in order to re-inflame it, (again, I’m paraphrasing and have basically no clue what I’m talking about) but that shockwave therapy was done in a series of sessions, where PRP is one injection, maybe two (nooooo), maybe three, (hail noooooo) and in the case of one runner he had done, four.  (For the love of G-d.)  Anyhow, he encouraged me to see another doc and look into it if that was something I was interested in, and I really appreciated his candor.

So, I found out that the injection is not covered by insurance.  And it is, um, expensive.  Not prohibitively expensive, but “Ouch, that’s more than I’d like to spend anywhere but Bloomingdales” expensive.  But I set up an appointment for next week.

Then I obsessively began reading about PRP.  I’m still obsessively reading about PRP.  If you’re curious, this is a good article about it.  It definitely clearly states the pros and cons and the research.  But it’s a year old, so I’m still looking for more research…

But I think I’m gonna do it.  I woke up Sunday morning and it was beautiful outside– warm and sunny and perfect.  I had the entire day stretching ahead of me and I was beside my sweetie.  Life was good.

And I cried.

Because ALL I WANTED TO DO in the entire world was run.  I knew it was ridiculous.  I laughed through my tears.  But I just felt so frustrated and tired of doing everything I’m supposed to do and not seeing results.

I woke up this morning, removed my Strassburg Sock (much easier to sleep in than the boot) and my foot didn’t hurt.  I felt encouraged and thought, “Maybe I won’t do this wack needle thing after all.”  But as the day progressed, the usual dull and irritating pain developed in my foot.  Same as usual.  The difference is that instead of immense, overpowering frustration, now I almost feel like there is a light at the end of the tunnel with this option of PRP.

So I think I’m going to do it.

Thoughts and opinions are very welcome, and congratulations if you’ve made it through this ridiculously long and dry post.

*Oh and in case I don’t get another post in before–  I’m watching Lori and Cheryl run the NYC Half on Sunday and hoping I catch a glimpse of Josie, too!  Good luck to them, and everyone else running!  And GOOD LUCK to my buddy Sara, who is running her first half this weekend– the National Half in DC!!! :)*

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The Weekend Round-up and an Impending Doc Visit!

28 Feb

So, my weekend was busy as hell with, you guessed it, NO RUNNING and a lot of eating and drinking.  Let’s just say fitting into my favorite jeans is a thing of the past!

But whatever.  The weekend kicked off with a visit to the man I’m seeing on the side (sorry, T!):  my physical therapist.  He did the usual– humiliated me by having me do all kinds of balancing things that further prove my ankles are weak as hell, and then massaged my disgusting foot.  (Note to self:  get a pedicure before I leave for California, where I hope to sport some open-toed shoes.)

THEN I met up with T and some of our friends at a delicious restaurant– Back 40!  We drank delicious beer (Kelso IPA was my beverage of choice) and ate some freaking awesome food.  The 6 of us got a charcuterie plate with lots of delightful meats and cheeses on it.  As the plate came to a sad end, I reached across the table to cut up the last remaining morsel of food– a hunk of cheese.

… yeah, after I sawed away at it a few times, I looked up and saw Steve watching me attempt to cut what was actually a napkin folded into a triangle.  The realization set in just as Steve said, “Um, Katie, I think that’s a napkin.”

OK, so it actually doesn't look like cheese at all. In my defense, it was dimly lit, it was across the table... and I was several beers in. And I was hungry and I REALLY love cheese...

Anyhow, that was a riveting narrative, was it not?  Once we all stopped laughing and my face un-flushed a bit, I wound up ordering a salad and T ordered a burger and fries– both of which were DELICIOUS!  Then, I twisted T’s arm and we ordered a stout float for us to share.  This is something I’ve always wanted to try.  Two of my favorite things– ice cream and beer.  It was AWESOME.  I see many stout floats in my future.  (And the need to give up on jeans and just wear sweat pants from here on out.)

This is just after we gulped down the beer and shortly before we (I) gobbled the ice cream... YUM

So, Back 40 gets 2 thumbs up from me!  After dinner, we headed to Lunasa to meet up with some more friends.  Lunasa will always hold a special place in my heart, because that is where we had our joint birthday party a few years ago.

AWWWWWW

Anyway, that was Friday night.  Saturday, I went to Flywheel for the 12:45 one-hour class.  As you know, I am pretty “meh” about spinning– mainly because I view it as inferior to running and I am bitter and angry sad that I can’t run.  However, Flywheel at 12:45 on a Saturday is a much different scene from Flywheel at 6 AM during the week.  The class was full, everyone was super enthusiastic… and I LOVED the instructor, Ryan.  He informed everyone at the beginning of class that he had lost a stunning 60 pounds since he began taking classes and then teaching a year ago.  And you could just tell he loved teaching.  He was so fun and encouraging and he played an awesome mix of cheesy pop music– my favorite.  Rihanna?  Yes, please, and more of her!  I felt really happy and energized and was drenched in sweat when I left.  Mmmmm… Then T met up with me and we went to Murray’s Cheese in Grand Central to finally use the gift card my father got me for Christmas last year.  It was an AMAZING gift, but for some reason I never got around to cashing it in until Saturday.

I will take... all of you

That night, our friends Ben, Robbie, and Sara came over.  We intended to bust out the cheese for them, but instead, we all rushed out the door to Il Bambino, which I consider to be the jewel in the crown that is our neighborhood.  They have the most amazing paninis, delicious beer, and a beautiful garden out back, too boot.  We obviously did not sit in the garden on Saturday night, but we did enjoy the paninis and beer!  I forced myself to diverge from my regular order (gorgonzola dolce, prosciutto, and fig panini) and try something new.  I was not sorry– the panini with fried eggplant, roasted mushrooms, goat cheese, and spicy mayo was DELICIOUS… as was the Six Point Sweet Action I washed it down with.  Again, I’m a health nut.

After dinner, we ventured out for a few more beers and then went back to our place to watch the best awful movie of all time — The Room.  This movie deserves a post all of its own.  That’s all I’ll say.

Sunday featured brunch with friends and then a trip to Manhattan where T played a soccer game with Zog Sports.  Then, we went out for a few Goose Island IPAs (always a delicious standby) and back home where I promptly conked out on the couch.  (But only after I ate a healthy dose of the Murray’s cheese.  THANKS, DAD.)

All-in-all, an extremely unhealthy, busy, and fun weekend.

And today, I have an appointment with my doctor, who I hope will have some bright ideas for how to get this little b*tch of an injury to be history so that I can be running again.  A while ago, I said something about how I hoped to be able to participate in the spring session of the NYRR class I’ve been missing so much.  But that class starts up… in 2 weeks.  And I have to admit, with a great big frustrated sigh, that it doesn’t seem so realistic.  Now my goal is to be able to participate in the Cherry Blossom 10-Miler that I signed up for a long time ago.

And on Thursday… we leave for a little jaunt to California!  Sunshine, beaches, and In-N-Out Burger, here we come!

What’s up with you?  Have you ever seen The Room?  Ever had In-N-Out Burger?  (People tell me how amazing it is!  I’ve never had it, so I’m excited to try it!)  Do you find yourself disgusted by the sheer amount of cheese and beer I consumed over the weekend?  Do you think I’ll be able to run the damn 10-miler?  If my foot is still f**ked up, would it be wrong to show up anyway and trip everyone out of spite?  Lemme know! 😉

A Wise Man Once Said…

23 Feb

So, I’ve really sucked big time at blogging lately.  (No, that’s not what the wise man said.  I’ll get to that.)

I mean, I blogged about farts last time.  Granted, it was relevant because I was in spin class, which contributes to my Sweaty Life– the overarching subject of this blog.  But it was still basically a blog about how gross spinfarts are.  Yeesh.  (But thanks for the new vocab word, Kimra!)

My foot is still not good.  I’m still going to physical therapy twice a week.  Still wearing the boot to bed, doing PT exercises at home, wearing supportive shoe inserts, not running, BLAH BLAH BLAHHHHHH.   It’s now been 6 weeks since I ran at all (running for the train notwithstanding.)  It’s been 72 days since I got my PF diagnosis and I cut back severely on my mileage.  Not that I’m counting…

Yeah. I've put this pic up a few times before. I am here to tell you that sleeping in this thing is not fun. I tend to wake up about 3 hours later and take it off because I can't take it any longer.

I’m frustrated that, as I’ve mentioned a few times, the one decent substitute I can find for running is spinning, which costs a damn fortune.  I’m frustrated that I am doing something I enjoy LESS than my favorite, beloved exercise and yet spending much, much more money on it and getting much, much less sleep.  I have been getting up 3-4 days a week at 5 AM in order to catch the 5:30 train to Manhattan and jet on up to 67th and Third Ave for the 6 AM Flywheel class.   Waking up routinely at 5 AM is not what I consider “fun.”  Especially when I know waking up at 5 AM and RUNNING would get a decent amount of mileage in.  But getting to spin requires travel time.  Also, I’ve been getting ready at work in the mornings, which isn’t my favorite.  I recognize that I am definitely lucky that I have showers here, but I’d still much prefer to get ready at home.

Basically, not running (still) sucks.

BUT.  As a wise man once said, “Life ain’t a track meet — it’s a marathon!”

Yeah. The wise man is Ice Cube. And "You Can Do It" is one of my favorite rap songs of all time. Up there with "Juicy."

Whenever I’ve had tough times in the past, I’ve tried to remind myself that life is long (at least, I hope it is!) and that “this thing” (whatever the thing was at the time) is only temporary and will be a blip on the radar some day.  Like, “Oh, haha, remember when that happened?  That sucked!”

For all the other tough times, it’s been mostly true.  And I keep telling myself that the same will hold true for this.  One day (soon?!?!?!?  I hope!!!!!?????) when I’m back to running, I’ll be like, “Oh man, plantar fasciitis is a b*tch!  I dealt with that once!”

Now, I just need to stop reading the injury forum on Runners World, where there is a lot of doom-and-gloom anecdotal info on PF and focus instead on my physical therapist, who says that the only people who don’t recover well are the ones who refuse to stop running.  Everyone is WELL AWARE I am not running, so… as another wise man once said, “the waiting is the hardest part.”

Even though you are pretty fug, I love you a lot, Tom Petty

Tattoo You

7 Feb

It’s the name of an album by my favorite band.  It’s also somewhat relevant to a portion of this post.

So, I had a fun weekend in DC with T during which I got zero runs in (which is sad, especially since DC is such a fun city to run in.)

And I got a hell of a lot of these in:

Oh Bell's Two Hearted, I heart you so much. But sometimes you don't heart me back...

And that rendered me pretty miserable on Sunday.  Oops.

But one good thing that we DID do on Sunday was hit up this fun little running store we stumbled upon!  It’s called Metro Run & Walk and it’s in Springfield, Virginia.  We may or may not have found ourselves in the neighborhood because we went out of our way to find a certain restaurant to soothe our hungovered-ness in shame style.  That restaurant may or may not rhyme with “slob heavens.”  Ahem.  Anyhow…

Methinks our pilgrimage to good ole Bobby’s was meant to be, since this little store was so awesome!  It’s small and family-owned and chock-full of great stuff and they were really friendly and helpful in there.  I urge anyone who finds oneself in the DC area to check it out!  T was in the market for some running shoes and the shoe expert there gave him lots of attention and helped him pick out a pair of Saucony Mirages.

I, meantime, was enthralled with the entire WALL of OTC orthotics for my barkin’ dog.  Over the course of the past 65 days, (but who’s counting???) I’ve ordered a ton of inserts and orthotics online, and everything I’ve tried was on this wall, (by the biggies– Spenco and Powerfeet) and then some!  I bought an orthotic by Powerstep and wore it in my little ballet flats to work yesterday.  And they felt good!  They look like this:

OK, it depresses me just a bit that I am now so well-versed on this crap, but I like to think that someday when I’m all recovered and running again, all of this will provide a useful reference for other runners who will no doubt experience this b*tch of an injury  (Not that I wish it upon ANYONE!)

Anyhow, I also bought one of these

I’m not sure if it’s helping all that much, but I’ve been rolling the hell out out of my foot and it kind of gives me that “hurts so good” feeling, akin to that of a foam roller.

Finally, on a much more positive and much less depressing note, I got one of these!  A PACE TAT:

YEAH BABY!

A few things to be noted here.  First of all, THEY MAKE PACE TATTOOS?!?!?!  How did I never know this?  This is the coolest thing ever!  When I ran Columbus this past fall (the only marathon I’ve run with a pace band) I had the thing taped to my cell phone and it looked ridic and was kind of cumbersome.  And it was pretty shredded by mile 21.

Secondly, yes if you’re real good at reading backward, you will see that this is a 3:30 pace tattoo.  I’ve said before and I’ll say again that I definitely want to a run a 3:30 marathon this year (or at least a sub-3:35, but the closer to 3:30, the better, to ensure entry to Boston.)  As I’ve acknowledged before, this is a lofty goal for me, but one I think I can achieve… at least with a proper amount of training.  And that is where it is sadly out of my hands.  Because there is only so much I can do for this PF and I’m pretty sure I’m doing it all.  Have I mentioned that I have plantar fasciitis and it sucks?  Just checking.

Anyhow, so my foot is hurting today.  BOOOOO.  But I have PT this evening, so that should make me feel better.  Also, I got up at 5 AM this morning for a 6 AM Flywheel class on the UES and I think I deserve some props for that.  This is an extremely poor-quality and blurry picture I took with my Blackberry when I was leaving my apartment to grab the train this morning.   The glowing orb furthest to the left in the pic is the MOON.

I also want you to take note, past UES running buddies, that I can and will gladly get out of bed early in the morning and make the trip to the UES for fitness purposes.  Please remember this when I am recovered and running again.

Which I hope is soon.

W’sup with you?  Ever had Bell’s Two-Hearted?  What’s your favorite beer?  Ever seen or used a pace tattoo?  When will my PF GOOO AWAYYY?  (I realize no one knows the answer to the last one, but I’m posing the question anyway since it’s always on my mind.)

Surf City, Here We (Don’t) Come!

1 Feb

So, I felt a stab of sadness when this email arrived in my inbox yesterday.

Yeah, I’m still signed up for this race, since I already canceled my entry and deferred LAST YEAR (due to, as mentioned in previous posts, a family member’s hospitalization.)  Surf City was awesome to let me defer for one year, but I didn’t want to push my luck a second year.  So if anyone is interested in running in my place, it’s all paid for and stuff.  You even get a sweet medal, for those of you who are into that sort of thing. 😉  (Check out this post from one of my favorite blogs if you want to read about the argument for and against medals.  I never even knew such an argument existed!)

The medal that, for the second year in a row, eludes me. Sniff Sniff.

Anyhow… yesterday, I got straight up pi$$ed.  Like, so pi$$ed, I had to go into the bathroom at work and calm myself down because I really wanted to throw things and punch things.  For those of you who don’t know me, this is not normal Katie behavior.  I am generally pretty chill.  But my foot was hurting and I could not, for the life of me, figure out WHYYYYYY.  I haven’t run in nearly 3 weeks.  I hadn’t even done any exercise at all since I ellipticalled it up on Friday evening.  I was wearing comfy, low-heeled boots with arch-supporting inserts.  I WAS DOING MY EXERCISES.  SLEEPING IN MY BOOT.  All that nonsense.

I informed my PT about my aching foot and my general frustration yesterday evening.  (I used the word “frustrated,” because “straight up pi$$ed and wanting to punch things” makes me sound slightly psychotic– but then again, I’m posting it here on the Internet for all the world to see, so I’m not sure why I bothered editing myself.)  Anyhow, he said that sometimes the stretching and stuff can activate the issue and thus, cause a flare-up.  And that the road to recovery isn’t a smooth, continual upswing, but more of a bumpy road.  This was a relief to hear.  I also asked him if he had seen other runners with this issue fully recover and go back to running like they did before.  He said that he had, and that the runners who have an issue recovering are the ones that refuse to stop running.  To which I replied I thought I should get lots of points for actually stopping running, when it was the last thing I wanted to do!

So… that’s the latest on the foot.  I have a date in my head that I’d like to be running by:  March 13.  That is the day that the spring session of the NYRR class that I took for a year and a half straight begins.  I had to drop out in the middle of the fall session (which wrapped up in mid-Dec) and bow out of the winter session that is currently going on.  And I have really missed that Tuesday night class.  I’m a bit of a sucker for routines and I feel a bit adrift not having the class to attend each week.  Anyhow, March 13th will also be MORE THAN 3 MONTHS since I got the PF diagnosis and for Pete’s sake, that’s a long-a$$ time!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last night after PT, I did something new:  I went to Flywheel!  My very good friend Cookie has been going for a while and talked me into attending a class with her.  Prior to last night, my only experience with spinning had been at my un-fancy gym.  So I never really understood why people raved about what a great and intense workout spinning was.  The runner-snob in me kind of internally snubbed my nose at them, thinking, “What.Ever.  Spinning is not a workout like running is a workout.”

But WOW.  That is not the case at ALL at Flywheel!  The hour-long class was tough and intense and I was dripping sweat by the time it ended.  I LOVED IT.  I mean, my first love will always be running, but while running is breaking my heart, spinning is an OK second choice!  I was a bit intimidated by Flywheel, since it’s fancy and kinda expensive, ($30/session) but everyone was super nice and helpful.  I’m definitely going to lose a lot of money on this, but at least it will be money well spent!  Last night, T commented that he hadn’t seen me so upbeat in, well, a very long time.

What’s up with you guys?  What are thoughts on spinning?  Ever tried Flywheel?  Or Soulcycle?  What are other good studios?  I have a Groupon for 3 classes at The Studio that I’ve been putting off using been hoarding away had for a while, and now I’m kinda looking forward to giving this place a “spin.”  (Har har har.)

Have a fantastic Wednesday!

BLUE

24 Jan

Oh man.  It’s been a rough few days.  Suddenly, this not running thing is hitting me very hard.

I mean, I admit that if you read my posts from the past 6 weeks or so, I’ve probably mentioned in every single one that PF sucks, not running is the worst, blah blah blah.

But for some reason the past few days have felt really extra horrible because of not running and today, I’m feeling totally blue.  I actually cried at my desk at work.  (OMG, I am a tool.  I admit it.  I’m ashamed.)

When feeling blue, I should just think of this. This movie never fails to make me giggle.

One of my wonderful friends very astutely pointed out that initially, I was distracted with the holidays/travel, then moving, then adjusting to co-habitating.  In other words, I had plenty of things to focus on instead of dwelling on my bum-a$$ foot.  But now, it’s consuming me.  (Cue the violins!)

Though I am fairly loath to emo-ing out too much here on the blog, I’m hoping that maybe venting a bit will make me feel a little better?  Maybe?

Anyhow, the status of the foot remains the same.  I have not run AT ALL in 2 weeks.  I had been running, albeit very little, since the PF diagnosis.  Nothing more than twice a week, and just a 5 miler here and a 4 miler there (with the exception of the Ted Corbitt 15K.)  However, 2 weeks ago when I admitted to myself that my foot was not getting better at all, I thought maybe I should wisen up and drop the running completely for a bit.

This is me stubbornly running the Ted Corbitt 15K on Dec 17, even though I had a nasty hangover, AND had just gotten my PF diagnosis. It feels like ages ago.

There has been no change in my foot that I can see.

I also went to Physical Therapy twice last week and am going again tonight.  I was feeling really positive about it.  I thought my foot was getting better.  But then, the pain returned, and remained.  I’ve been doing the exercises at home like I’m supposed to.  I’m still wearing arch supporting inserts in every single piece of footwear that I’ve had on.  I’M EVEN SLEEPING IN THE MOTHER EFFING BOOT.

You remember the boot. It's comfy and cozy, like a fuzzy pair of slippers... It's just the thing I want to wear to bed!

*%$&#(%&!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

While going through and clearing out my bookmarked websites on my computer today and came across this link, and I actually felt an ACHE for that day.  I remember it was a lovely spring day, just a touch of a chill in the air.  It was my first time running with Ali, and it was really fun!

So then I started thinking, “OMG what if springtime comes and I’m still not running?”  I really think I might lose it if the dreadful winter months pass, springtime arrives, and I’m still burdened with this effing PF.

OK, I need to chill.  This is certainly not the end of the world.  I need to stop being a little b*tch.  It HAS to get better, and until then, I need to woman up.

In happier news, I saw a great play last night on Broadway.  I definitely recommend Stick Fly (produced by Alicia Keys.)  The cast as a whole is pretty fantastic, but the bright spot in it for me was Condola Rashad, who is Felicia Rashad (Claire Huxtable!)’s daughter.  I was inclined to assume some theatre nepotism was going on there with casting her fresh out of college, but she is actually a real talent.  I hope she wins a Tony!

Also, NYRR decided to make the Manhattan Half a fun run, so I wound up getting a point for it, even though I didn’t run it because of… well… you know.  Anyway, whatever, yippee.  I would have rather run the freaking thing in the snow than have this crap injury, but I’ll take this little gift anyway.  One 2012 race down, 8 to go.  Hoping I can put a dent in those 8 sooner rather than later!  (And, to be clear, I hope to do that by actually RUNNING THEM.)  FINGERS CROSSED!

I Am a Bad Friend

18 Jan

A few things:

-I did the elliptical for an hour at my work gym on Fri.  It was boring.  And my freaking foot actually hurt from the elliptical!  Argh.  Anyhow, that’s the last exercise I did.  Ho hum.

The view from my work gym is aite...

-I went to physical therapy last night and was given a bunch of stretches I should do on my own.  I am also going back on Thursday.  The therapist said he had seen cases much worse than mine and that he hoped I’d be up and running in 4-6 weeks.  I hope he is right.  I can live with that.

-T made me sweet potato and chicken pot pie.  He is the bomb.  It is DELICIOUS.

oh, yum

-The Manhattan Half is this weekend.  This is is the 2nd year in a row that I’ve been signed up for it and won’t be running it.  Last year, I didn’t run it because a family member was in the hospital, so I went home instead.  This year’s no-show is obviously for a better reason than last year’s, but it’s still a bummer! 😦  It’s not that it’s a race that I love, per se, but I just hate signing up for a race and not running it.  Also, I miss running.  Have I mentioned that I miss running?

This is me running the MNH Half in 2010. Seems like a long time ago.

-Finally, the friend thing.  So, I like to consider myself a pretty good friend.  I’m not so good at standing up for myself, but if someone f**ks with one of my friends, you better believe I will get fired up.  I have been a bridesmaid 12(?) times, which I like to think means at least that many people think I’m a good friend.  However, I caught myself being a terrible friend today.  In response to an emailed brunch proposal, my friend replied with the following:

Wish I could make it!  I’m running a 5K on Sunday morning.  I came in third place in my age group at the last two races, thank you very much. One of the b*tches that keeps beating me is named XXX XXXX, of
XXXXX (yes, we are the only people from Manhattan that show up at these races).  This week, I’m taking XXXXX down.

I am ashamed to say that my initial response to this email was not a surge of pride, but rather a stab of jealousy!  Because I want to be racing, damn it!  I want that rush of competition!  I want it ALLLL!

Green-eyed monster, alive and well

My jealousy was quickly followed by pride in my friend, but I still felt bad that that was my initial reaction.

PF, not only are you ruining my life, but you are making me a jacka$$ friend.  GO AWAY.

That’s all for today. 🙂