It's somewhere in week two. What's that old saying? "Time flies when you're... forcing your body to do things it doesn't want to." I dunno, it's something along those line.
Saturday I hit the track with a determined face(that's just so when I see other people they think I am working harder than I actually am). I added a little more running to the mix this time... went further than I had the previous week and I felt better doing it. Didn't feel great... but better.
Felt good about how the week was starting out... Didn't even celebrate with a cheeseburger!
No rest for the weary on Sunday. Met up with the Original Disney Dorks, Pesk and Rossco... and Colin at Disneyland and, according to my new Fitbit, had my first 10,000+ step day! In your face jerks and bus riders! Granted 9,000 of those steps were just stepping around strollers and honey badger tourists. Almost pushed me into turning into Disney Hulk. Nobody wants to see that.
Took Monday off because I am lazy- errr... I mean AWESOME!
Tuesday I was excited. I got home from work, got changed, almost weighed myself but then felt better of it because I was feeling good about myself and I didn't want to ruin that... Shoes tied, grabbed my headphones and headed out.
Spoke with FSL and she was on her way home from work and I thought... I am just going to keep walking until she drives up the street and can pick me up. Score! Brilliant, I know. My goal was two miles away and a drop in elevation of about 700 feet. The first part of the downward adventure was brutal. My knees were killing me. Decided to try the circuit training run one minute/walk one minute. Started off slow then adjusted my gait to account for slope... FOUND A GROOVE! I was able to run one/ walk one with out the shin pain! After watching different videos about endurance running and jogging forms that gave you the best balance of stamina and looking amazing(got that one down naturally), I decided to really concentrate on how my foot hit the ground. What ever I was doing, it was working! I was feeling great! Thinking about my breathing, made some improvements there as well... although... it's really fucking hard to breath properly AND lip sync to my music... BTW, Song of the Workout was The Briggs - Panic, the chorus helped push me through. So everything was going along splendidly then I put my foot down wrong. Ankle rolled and sublexed. I fell, cursing, into someone's yard. When I hit the ground my ankle popped back into place. I did a "graceful" but obscenity filled commando roll and hopped back up and kept moving. The jogging part was out of the question, but I was super angry and still determined to make it the two miles so I pushed through the pain.
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| You can actually see where I fell, swearing, into someone's yard! |
That probably wasn't the smartest idea, but... well, it's too freaking late now!
Finally saw FSL driving up the street and hobbled my ass across the street fell into her car.
This isn't the first time this has happened... Hell, it isn't the 30th time it's happened. I have sprained my ankle a couple of times pretty severely and never quite gave it enough time to heal fully(what can I say? This wild horse can't be tamed! LOL). So, now... sometimes, mostly walking on flat ground, my ankle rolls in and I step down, pop, searing white intense pain... I point my toe and it grinds back into place.
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| I'm not a Doctor... well... not officially... but that doesn't look quite normal |
The worst part of this? I was feeling so good! I want to get back out there and see if it was just the crack and vodka talking or have a had a breakthrough with my form!
Will I give it the proper time to heal? Probably not, but I am sure as shit going to have a brace on... maybe two...
Let's see what tomorrow brings!
Later, Dorks!
-Jumba
P.S. Every time I mentally decide that this is doable, I go for a jog, then I physically decide that I should just sit at home and eat bacon dipped in mayonnaise...
P.P.S. I could go for some french fries
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