Injured Running

This morning, I cracked open a farm-fresh egg and found this:

This has gotta be lucky right? Seven years of good luck? Or good breakfasts, maybe?

That’s one egg! With two yolks! Naturally I Googled this phenomenon, and found that two yolks in one egg is indeed considered auspicious. Apparently there are plenty of food related superstitions out there.

Moving on…

This weekend I stuck to my plan and completed my interval workout. Bonus: it was warm enough to exercise outside in a T-SHIRT (!!!) on Saturday.

I guess I'll accept a 62 degree day in January. That's nice of you, Mother Nature.

The hardest part was watching the runners happily jog by as I did my 2 mile “run the straightaways and walk the curves” plan with B. He had to talk me off the jealousy ledge by telling me that the runner girl “didn’t even stay that long” and that “she isn’t even running that fast”.

I can’t handle it when other people are running and I can’t. Totally unfair!

My whole left leg began to ache not long after we started. My heel, my calf, my knee, my hamstring…WHAT IS GOING ON!! Something is still wrong. I don’t understand.

Note: (I do understand that the theme of my blog lately has been “WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME!!!” and I promise to focus more on positivity and happy thoughts in the future. Pinky swear.)

I finally wisened up and stopped running. Injured running is no bueno. So, I did some stretching and thought about where I want to be in a few months. I need to continuously remind myself to focus on recovery. Miss Zippy’s post today reminded me that it’s okay to ACCEPT this for now, and work on moving forward at a pace that is conducive to successful healing and coming back stronger than ever. A pace that works for ME. I need to stop worrying about other people and what they are doing; they are not me and they have had different experiences than I have.

Which reminds me, did I tell you lovely readers that my physical therapist has forgotten who I am?

Before I went out of town for a couple weeks, she told me I could email her with any questions or concerns. Naturally I had concerns, so I sent her a desperate email detailing my current exercise regimen and the soreness I’ve been feeling. Her response?

“I haven’t seen you since initial visit – so I really can’t make a judgment on what’s happening.”

Um, I’ve seen you THREE TIMES since then. Ouch. Next order of business? Find someone who remembers my situation and proactively helps me improve.

I will leave you with these clips of Australian comedian Chris Lilley. (I apologize for the profanity in advance). These videos might not be funny to those of you who don’t know who he is…but trust me, the more you watch him, the more you love him.

In all his shows, he plays multiple characters – There is a new show on HBO here in the states called Angry Boys. I have to warn you, it’s totally stupid humor but it’s hard not to laugh.

Do you like Chris Lilley? Has your physical therapist forgotten you? Have you ever found double yolks in an egg? Tell me!

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  1. January 9, 2012 / 3:00 pm

    Good Luck finding a new PT!!! How scary. Hope you get back to running like you want to very very soon!

    • January 9, 2012 / 3:09 pm

      I know, so scary! I can’t believe a professional in that field could be so unorganized and forgetful.

      Anyway, thank you so much! Just trying to stay positive!

  2. January 9, 2012 / 11:40 pm

    What in the world? I’m so surprised your PT ditched you. I hope you find a better one. I’ve gotten some weird eggs before, but I don’t think ever a double yolk. I’m not superstitious — I just get grossed out!! lol

    • January 10, 2012 / 12:57 pm

      I know, obviously she didn’t pay much attention. I’m annoyed I wasted so much money! Anyway, yes the egg thing kind of grossed me out at first too; I did Google it to make sure it wasn’t some diseased chicken syndrome, hahah!!! I’m still alive today so I guess it’s fine :)

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