Three weeks is a long time for a runner not to run. Michael says I've been really even keeled throughout this time period. Turns out I was saving all the crazy up for yesterday where I went for a 5 mile run against the advice of my physio, came home, considered doing today's 19 miler and then noticed the pain starting to flare up in my ankle again.
What the shit.
I wish there was a time stamp on this so that when I reached that date I knew I would be good to run, but that's not how it's working (isn't that surprising: I totally thought that's how the human body would work). Instead it's week to week and I surely just set myself back.
There are a lot of other factors at play here as well. Running is what I do. It's what has defined me over the last five years, so the switch to a stationary bike in a gym hasn't been easy. I'm out of the social loop of the running club. I likely won't be a part of a prestigious race that I qualified for, and that lots of people strive to qualify for but never make it.
In other news, my condo deal fell through. They didn't remove the subjects in time. At the eleventh hour they were trying to get financing (supposedly) which is bullshit because who goes condo shopping without getting pre-approved? They were just tying up my property while they found something better.
Last night I dreamed that Michael and I were at a jeweller's and I showed him what I was interested in, wedding ring wise, and he took out his chequebook and and asked "how much" and wrote out a cheque - left handed, cause he is - in red ink for just under $10,000.
Oh look! Time to go ride the bike.
Karma will get them for dicking you around on the condo. I'm so bummed for you and the whole running thing, I wish I could will you my good legs, even if the left one rides 1.25 inches higher than the left, yeah I walk in circles. It's my lower back that's so screwed up. The Chiropractor couldn't believe that I still walk up-right.
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