And the asphalt wins...

I headed out for a nice 9 mile run early this morning. The weather was surprisingly wonderful, with a light breeze that really cooled things off. It was still dark out, which usually makes this chicken too scared to run by herself, but I had two friends with me this morning. We started out and the first mile was completed in a breeze. A few hundred yards later, I was mid-sentence and next thing I know, I'm eating asphalt. The abrasions and bruises to my knees paled in comparison to my throbbing ankle. My worst fear has possibly come true. I've almost made it to the finish of this marathon training and I've injured myself. The biggest fear I've had from the get-go is that I would make it to the end and some sort of injury would prevent me from completing the race. Self-fulfilling prophecy?

I'm trying to remain optimistic, but the truth of the matter is that I know too much for my own good. Sprains take a long time to heal...and they're never quite the same again. My race is a little less than six weeks away, and that's the general healing time for sprains. I'm trying to beat the odds. Lots of ice, lots of elevation, lots of compression, but how much rest can I afford? I think I'll take tomorrow off and try to hit the gym on Friday and Saturday. I'll keep to the stationary bike to keep weight off the injured foot and to try and keep my cardio endurance up. Nothing like a three hour stationary bike ride to dispel boredom. I guess this is one way of getting out of an 18 miler this weekend...trouble is, I was actually looking forward to that run...kind of...in a sick, "I don't have too many more long runs left" kind of way.

treading

Sad news: my favorite neighbor moved.

Glad news: she gave me her treadmill before she left.

It's tough to run miles at a time in place. But for me it's even tougher to run with two kids. And so to break up the monotony of my peach laundry room wall, I downloaded Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert to my ipod. Of course, it has utterly sucked me in and even off the treadmill, I find myself listening to this woman's spiritual quest as I empty the dishwasher, nurse Lucy, sit on the toilet...

Anyway, it's good times. Cheers to technology!