I have lots of reasons to run, too. Other than the stress of work, it's just so GORGEOUS out! The mornings are wonderful. But that twinge I got while walking through Target buying Pumpkin-Spice Kisses reminds me that I still have to take it easy.
The pain is on the front of my left leg, way down down near the foot. Used to feel like a nerve thing, now it feels like a bruise. I don't feel anything when I press on it, so no shin splints or stress fractures.
It's times like this I'm tempted to speed up the healing and spend my money by trying homeopathy, magnets, acupuncture, aromatherapy...any and all of the things that have no scientific basis in working or proof that they work at all, because of the little voice that whispers, "what if...they did work... just this once?"
I was told once that if I didn't believe in alternative healing, my negative energy would keep it for working.
Real stuff that works will work whether I believe in it or not. Besides, I know what it is, and it's very simple: It's a pissed-off tendon from doing lots of running downhill. Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation.
Tomorrow, (Day 6 of no running) I'll do a short (20 mile) ride on my bike, and then get a message. Then, lots of ice and analgesics. Saturday (Day 7) evening I'll go watch Mini-Baboo at his XC meet, and then try a short, flat, evening run. That's the plan, anyway.
I need to run again! Without it, I'm just sitting round, lazy and getting fat on Pumpkin Spice Kisses.
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