Once again I've taken an extended break from this thing. No need to recap all the highs and lows in between, let's just get at it.
After a 10 mile race in January left me with bad outer foot and arch pain, an MRI showed I have tenosynovitis, tendinosis and edema, which are all just fancy ways of saying inflammation. And because blogs are about visuals, here's a picture of that junk:
I can keep training for the Michelob 13.1 in March though, so YAY! I didn't get into the NYC half, so I was forced to register for one the following weekend, sponsored by beer. There are worse things.
Now that I'm starting to really put in the miles for two half marathons (beer, then Brooklyn) and hopefully the NYC marathon in November, I also went to the endocrinologist last night, at the suggestion of my orthopedist, because basically I felt that I really don't have enough doctors that end in '-ist' in my life. And also to hopefully quash my shin issues once and for all.
Today was my first run outside since the 10-miler (What?! I don't even know who you are anymore, Dana) and all things considered it went well. I ran for distance, not time, although I sort of wish I had started my watch because I think I ran faster than expected. I saw everyone in the world I knew on my run/way to run, which really means three people, but it made my morning feel social. This could also be because I worked for 20 days straight and finally have a break. Parks! Friends! Weekend!
Lots of thinking on this run, mostly about things like:
How I feel glad when I buy a pice of clothing or gear that's expensive, and there's a borderline chance I'll never use it, but then I use it all the time.
How I really was the one that taught myself about pushing through and not giving up, but that I wish I did it sooner than my 20s.
How if anyone had access to my thoughts while running they would either think I was hilarious or be really embarrassed for me. I had this thought while I was making up a song about cheese to the tune of Miley Cyrus' "We Can't Stop" toward the end of my run.
On that note, I'm gonna go make myself a victory omelet.