Lumpy and Sally had a debate about which it was. Here are the Webster defs:
Absolution: A formal freeing; forgiveness. (I’m skipping the religious crap that I don’t believe in.)
to redeem: to buy back, to get back; to recover, as by paying a fee. To pay off. To fulfill (a promise or pledge)…
There are many more definitions of redemption. I didn’t know that I was slightly off in the word. Lumpy suggested absolution and I think perhaps he was right. My own personality suggests redemption, and my recent struggles suggest a pay off, but, frankly, today’s run was about letting myself just fracking run.
I did 20. I was supposed to do it yesterday, and Coworker #1 came out on her bike to find me, for which I am so very grateful. NOT ONE OTHER PERSON CAME OUT. I heard from 3-4 who said they would, but did not. CW1 was there EVEN WHEN I WASN’T!!!!!! She saved me from crying during a few training runs for Paris. She met us and saved us, in general. Thank you, lady. Continue reading ‘Sally’s redemption/absolution.’
I ran 8.5 yesterday. Held a 10:54 which I’m really proud of. I had to do a lot of “On your left!” which most people were very responsive, so much so that I was handing out “Thank you’s” A few things; I’m may issue a high five rule to my run. I need to high five anyone I see twice around the lake, or the little old lady pushing the other old lady in the wheelchair. There just needs to be more high fives. I’m bummed I didn’t get to run with Sally, especially since we were running on the same day. Chipotle is never a good idea after a good run, never.
The really crappy part, I ran in my old shoes since I didn’t have a chance to decide between the 2 I brought home. This resulted in the knee pain coming back, and in a serious way. The 1 block walk to my office from the parking ramp had me in tears. I’m seeing a sports medicine specialist on Thursday and hoping for the best. I really hate that my knee is giving out. The rest of my body feels amazingly strong and able. I can even put my knuckles on the floor while stretching again.
I’m just frustrated and want things to get better. Work sucks enough; I need this training to keep positive.
I’m currently recruiting support crew for my 20 miler this Sunday, so I’ll have something to talk about then. Right now I am just hot and having pitiful runs.
More later…same Bat time, same Bat channel.
“We run to undo the damage we’ve done to body and spirit. We run to find some part of ourselves yet undiscovered.” –John “The Penguin” Bingham
I finally got it back, the drive, the passion and then something happen I wasn’t expecting. My knee gave out. I haven’t felt pain like this in a long time. I haven’t had knee issues since I was 13 and growing faster then my tendons could keep up. I have a feeling it’s my shoes, they have about 100 miles on them. I just didn’t think my body would be the reason I would be slowing down.
I did get 7 miles in before work which felt really good until mile 6. My stamina and metal game was dead on. I was actually smiling while running, but then the pain came. I spent the rest of the day gimping around. I’ve been on the couch with ice all night and I’m not feeling optimistic.
No more running for the week, it’s not worth an injury. I’m getting new shoes on Saturday, any have suggestions on where I should go look. I’ll be honest, I’m really pissed about this right now.
P.S. Sally, I’m feeling for you and wish I had some words of wisdom. If you haven’t checked that women’s health link, give it a shot. Kinda puts running in perspective. Let me know about your Sunday run, when and where. I might not be able to run but that won’t stop me from cheering you on like mad.
Okay, so I need you all to help me through a rough patch. I don’t feel like running, STILL! I need to laugh! I need some kick in the pants kind of cheer! Ugh.
Thanks, lolcat…you have defined at least Lily and Guinness…
I ran 14 today. I took last week off and tried to get myself back on track and rest my aching, tired legs. Today was not particularly fun (or even phun), but I will say that I got the job done. With a grimace and wincing. During the frivolities I had some issues with some of my fellow path users. Translation: jackasses were rude.
This profile is The Sweeper. The Sweeper is not always on a bike, but let’s give it a 90% occurrence rate. When The Sweeper is on foot, I usually get grossed out because their sweaty forearm may contact mine and well, it’s gross. When Lumpy and I play support crew for each other, sometimes we’ll run on the bike path. As bad as that sounds, we do it very responsibly. The rider stays 1-2 feet directly behind the runner (not just for the sweet view!!) in order to “keep the bikers off” of the runner. That way, it’s just like there’s simply a really slow cyclist on the path. One of the first Sweepers I encountered today passed Lumpy, then cut in mere inches in front of me. You know, cause I take up entire miles of space on the path!!! Nothing like a little self-indulgent drama for The Sweeper. They like to let you know that
- They are FAST and AERODYNAMIC.
- They know you are on the wrong path and must make a point with you.
- They live in the Minnesota Bubble™ and actually have no idea that they are about to a.) knock you off the path b.) run into you c.) make themselves look like a jackass because of either a or b. Continue reading ‘Profile #3: The Sweeper, or, Don’t buzz me, bro!’
