So, I'm starting this blog because at the moment my running is practically nonexistent. You see I have Plantar Facitis, and it just doesn't seem to want to go the heck away. And if I can't run, then I might as well be reading or writing about running. I mean, what else can I do? Now, I'm aware that I really can't complain too much. I can't really remember when the last time I was injured. It seems like that long ago. I know I was in college, so that could be anywhere from three to seven years ago, so a long time not being injured hardly allows me to complain now! But I'm going to, lucky you! And by injured I mean you can't run for more than two weeks, because anyone can take a week off, feel better, and then go right back to their normal running routine. I'm talking real pain here. Like I haven't had a real run in more than a month, and I've been reduced to swimming and ellipticals to obtain my happy exercise high, not that there's anything wrong with that, but as of right now, I'd rather be outside enjoying what little sunshine and warm weather we get here in northern Minnesota. Because I've done the whole winter running thing in snowstorms and 30 below temperatures, and to be honest, I feel like I've put my time in and I can resort to running on treadmills for the winter.
So I've been doing a lot of swimming, which I'm actually coming to enjoy. I can feel myself improving, which is nice because at least I'm getting better at something. When I first started, I could barely swim 50 yards without being tired. I felt like such a fraud and a loser, especially when people who obviously had experience swimming came in and started their workouts with all their grace and elegance. They seemed like they were using so little effort yet they were just smokin it! So fast! I felt like I was a small child splashing around in a bath tub compared to them, but I am better now. I'm swimming longer distances and I'm not splashing around like I'm drowning, so I'm sure the lifeguards are relieved not to have to watch me like I'll disappear under the water at any second. At least there is improvement somewhere.
The thing about being stuck not running though, is that every time someone runs by me I become almost personally offended. How dare you be running in front of me with my condition! HOW DARE YOU! I'm sure they think "Well it's a good thing I'm running because that lady is crazy looking and she's giving me the evil eye." Because that's what I do. I glare at people who have the audacity to run by me when clearly, I am walking and would much rather be running. I mean they should just be able to tell I do not want to be walking to get my exercise right? Basically what this long winded blog comes down to is that I love running, despite all the injury and pain and time necessary to do it. In fact, I may be a bit obsessive about it, but that's beside the point. The point is all I want to do is run again!
