October 3, 2012

Injuries are weaksauce

So it happened yesterday. I was doing my weekly speed work, and I felt a little twinge in my left foot that continued to feel off the rest of the run. I iced afterwards and wore more open shoes the rest of the day, so I didn't notice it all day. Then I put on my running shoes this morning, and with the tight squeeziness of the laces, it almost feels like the top of my foot is bruised. And of course now I'm looking back at last week and thinking that I should have rested more, and then maybe I could have avoided this foot weirdness. Hopefully it's no big deal, but I'm resting it from running today, and I'll test it out on tomorrow's long tempo run. If it feels angry, I'll skip the run and try again on Saturday.

An almost identical injury happened at this time last year when I was running around the gym track. So maybe this is an old injury flaring up. This time I was on the treadmill, so I can't blame it on tight cornering on the track, last year's injury scapegoat. But I remember feeling so frustrated last year because I had about a month before my first marathon, and I had two weeks of really crappy (i.e. nonexistent) training. So we'll see where this leads, and if I find myself in the same self-pity boat.

I didn't feel sorry for myself long because I got to hang out with my sister yesterday. Remember that she lives in the City of Angels (LA), and we don't get to hang out as much as we would want, like every day. She's a musician, so every time I'm around her, my creative spirit gets revived. It's like we're a constant song factory because pretty much every thing you do can be made into a song. Next up, Yo Momma Raps.

But I should probably leave the situational raps to the pros.




One day, my buns will look as awesome as my sister's. And maybe I could fix my hair too. (insert laugh track)


The boys had a play date at the museum with my brother. From left to right: my son, my nephew, my brother, and my twins. Shoes are optional. Smiling is not.


One last family picture before my sister flew back home.

Camera smiles.


Real smiles.

 Runbow shirt by Oiselle

My daughter really wanted Baby Stout to stay longer. She also wanted to find her matching shoe, so all around, things did not go her way.


And for those of you who ran or hope to run any of the Women's Half Marathon series, I just found this big pile of race stickers hanging out in my drawer. If you want one, message me with your name and mailing address at yomommaruns (at) gmail.com, and I'll mail one to you. If you don't want to stick it on something, it's the perfect size for a coaster. 


What is your most recent injury? My miserable foot loves company.

How did you take care of it?

Do you have a favorite rapper? I miss the days of Snoop and Dre together.