1) I don't post personal secrets about friends of mine on my blog. That is not My. Way.
I leave it to them to put up their own blogs for that stuff. So if you're currently in the midst of an acrimonious divorce and are reading my blog to try and find out secrets about your soon-to-be-ex, you're wasting your time.
2) If you think I'm talking to you, I might be. Or I might not be. I know several people going through a divorce right now.
3) Anyway. I was excited Tuesday to hit the trail on the start of my new 50-miler training program Tuesday. I was having a pretty good run, too! I only had to do 2 miles that day, and did a quick mile out and back. I was about 1/4 mile from the house when I went down. I mean, I turned my ankle hard. I'm not sure what happened - if I stepped wrong, or stepped on a rock, or what. All I know is, it HURT. Since I'm not used to feeling that kind of pain, it really took me by surprise, too.
So, I'm sitting in the middle of the desert, rocking back and forth and crying, MOTH. ER. F&%$. ER!!! over and over again. ow. OW. It takes a lot to make me really yell, and I yelled. And sobbed. And yelled some more. Before this, the last time pain made me yell was when I got too much wasabi paste on my sushi roll. But I digress.
So anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah. OWWWWWWW. the pain finally subsided enough to where I was able to limp back to the house where I promptly stuck my whole foot into the unheated goldfish pond. I think I expected some sort of relief, like I get when I finish a long run and ice my legs down. Nope. MOTH. ER. F&%$. ER!!! OWWWW.
4) I was an extremely good patient. I worked my way through the whole R.I.C.E. protocol. And took some Diclofenac. It was a bit swollen, just a bit, and by the end of the day, hardly at all. The next morning, was happy to see that it felt and looked almost normal. As a precaution, I taped it for support for the day and did the elevation thing some more. By the end of the day, I wasn't feeling any pain at all.
5) SO imagine my surprise when I took off my shoe last night and found it hugely swollen with a big bruise. Normally, I have nice sharp little ankle bone sticking out there.
Okay, I guess it doesn't show up in the photo very well.
Here's my normal foot for contrast:
Not sure what to think about that big giant bruise. The foot itself doesn't hurt much, and I've kept it taped for stability. Meanwhile, I have a cankle.
But just one.
But just one.
Crap. guess I'm walking for the next week or so. No running for me.
6) I"m interviewing for first-year internship sites. We are encouraged to "step outside the box" and pick one that represents an area in which we need growth. I've decided to target areas related to law and children/family court.
7) I would be supervising CASA volunteers and providing training for them. If I decide on this. A major advantage of the CASA internship is the supervisory experience. I have traditionally avoided things like "leadership" and "responsibility" because remember, I. Am. Lazy. However, sometimes I find myself thrust into that role when I'm working in groups. So I figure, why not give responsibility a try? Maybe I'll like it. Or not. But at least this way I'll know. I feel like ultra running and marathoning and triathloning has made me fearless. Like my friend Holly used to say, "what's the worst that coule happen? what are they going to do? take away your birthday?"
8) But back to the foot thing. So, tomorrow, I figure I can go to the podiatrist and get a foot brace and spent $300 or I can get and identical one at WalGreens for about $15. Hmm. Decisions, decisions.
9) Two more large papers due within a week. Oh wait, three. Crap.
10) Still thinking on the 100-miler thing. I have decided, for practical reasons, that it would be very difficult at this weight to be successful AND have a good time. So, I'll decide at the end of the year whether to do one in 2010, and if so, which one. So far, I'm looking at Javelina Jundred or Rocky Racoon.
11) I know what you might be thinking: why a 100 miler? Well, it keeps me honest, that's why. One can fake their way through a small event with no cutoff, or at least I can, and skip their training. But there's no skipping the training for the ultra running events. I have to train, or I'll go down in flames. There's no faking my way out of this. I can't think my way out of being untrained, or charm my way out. I have to do the work. I'm held accountable to myself. So, that's why.
12) My oldest son is coming home for Christmas. He's 25. I haven't written about him much. I've been gathering my thoughts for that. He's been in the Army since I pulled him out of high school and put him in when he was 17. He's getting out in May and going to college here in Albuquerque. I'll write more on him soon.
13.) Baboo is doing very, very well. He's been out walking every morning. Between my ankle and his (still) stiff legs, we are probably looking like a cute, doddering old couple hobbling around the block together. I imagine people looking and say, AWWWWW. There's so cute! you think we'll be that cute when we're old? Awwwwwww.
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