Last night I dreamt (note: Blogger is advising me dreamt is not a word...) I was on a run. My run became a race. And then my run ended walking, on a beach with my Mom. The whole time, I felt normal and calm - even if I was under duress physically, I still felt good doing it.
I miss running. Only in my dreams do I get to escape my mundane life by going for a run.
I'm still injured. My stress fracture is healed, but I am still having trouble in other areas of my foot and ankle. Luckily, my current MD is having me looked by his more experienced colleague. I'm hoping this MD has some answers; or, at the very least, listens to me a little more and takes a bigger picture assessment of what is going on. I am also being seen by my Chiropractor next week, so we will see how that appointment goes.
On a more uplifting note, Phill and I are going to the gym at least twice a week to lift weights, do abs and do some elliptical/biking. I am able to walk for an hour without immediate pain, too. I do notice some pain and stiffness in my foot and ankle, but it is not as bad as my stress fracture and it is manageable. I haven't done weights or abs like this in years; perhaps all of this gym'ing may result in a stronger, balanced me.
I know I haven't been consistently posting on my Blog. I just moved, so I've been busy. In an effort to get back into the habit, I posted today. I am very tired, so I feel this post is a bit lethargic too.
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