Monday, November 5, 2012


I’m ready for normal to return, aren’t you?

I’m ready for politics to die down. I’m ready for people to stop screaming at one another over their opinions, and I’m ready to turn on the news and see a happy, encouraging story instead of a vicious, biased one.

Seemed like the right picture to put here?

I’m ready for my Iliotibial Band to get better, and for my left leg to stop hating me. I’m ready to stop scheduling my days around going to the gym, and to once again have the option to just simply get home from work and go for a run.

The day is drawing near, I can feel it.

Much thanks to some very close friends of mine who have been helping me get better...

Mr. Foam Roller, whom I chat with over coffee twice a day.

we have a love hate relationship.

Mr. Bridge, whom is slowly strengthening my glutes so that they are no longer jello.

Aaaand Mr. Sean, a literal human-being AKA my physical therapist, who requested not to be pictured.
I actually don't have a picture because that would be creepy.

This past weekend, a few interesting things occurred…
  1.  The New York Marathon was cancelled … but we already know that.
  2. Andrew and I visited the pet store for no specific reason. We spent a good 10 minutes staring at the hamsters/gerbils/mice. When he was a wee little boy, Andrew had a gerbil that escaped its cage and died... and almost 20 years later I’m unsure if he has gotten over the experience. 
  3. I managed to run about 4 miles; the furthest in over a month. 

Since my IT Band issues started up about 5-6 weeks ago, 2 miles has been my ‘trouble spot.’ It would always be right around 2 miles/15 minutes that the IT band would start ‘rubbing’ over my knee, causing the pain that would lead to me having to stop. After a frustrating PT appointment on Thursday evening, Sean recommended that I try a run over the weekend in my old Asics shoes; a much more ‘padded’ shoe that I have been running in recently.

At the end of the 32 minutes, I may or may not have been a little teary eyed from my joy.

Sunday I ran the same distance, this time on the treadmill. I covered up the stats with a towel so that the crazy voice in my head wouldn’t freak out when nearing the two mile mark. It was once again, a successful run.

don't mind me, just snapping pics of my treadmill 
Ultimately, any progress is good progress in my book, especially in my current state. Just wanted to share the updates, I know you've all been wondering.

How was your weekend? Did you make progress on anything in particular?



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