The only thing I have in common with the athlete in this picture is an iced knee.
It's not one of the easiest tasks to type while your foot's elevated and a gallon-sized Ziploc bag filled with ice is on your knee. Or maybe it is, I'm merely projecting.
Yet here I sit, presently on the high end of my roller-coaster mood. The morning started out rather well, albeit at 5:45 a.m. I got up and dressed, fed the cat, drove to HELP, took my blood pressure and set outside again to run from there to the west side of the Arkansas River on the run/bike trail and back.
But I didn't even make it to Quincy Avenue on 13th Street when something cliche yet nonetheless akin to a sharp, stabbing pain came to my left knee.
"OK, this is new," I told myself -- loudly, I imagine, as I had my headphones on and Britney was screaming "Womanizer! Woman-womanizer! You're a womanizer!" at me. I'm used to shin pain and the occasional ankle aggravation; but neither kept me from running before, at least not most of the time.
This, however, was a new kinda sensation -- and not the kind you'd ever want to pay for. Or I would hope you wouldn't, anyway. I hobbled back to HELP, tried the treadmill (fail), the elliptical (fail) and then just did upper-body weights (win). Mistress Ashley recommended I ice it frequently today and pop ibuprofen.
I'm a bit freaked out because Saturday is a training run at Fleet Feet in King's Pointe Village, 61st Street and Yale Avenue -- the first training run for the Route 66 Marathon, for which Fitness Guinea Pig and I are running ambassadors. Wanting to be the best ambassador possible, I'm more than anxious to run my six miles with the group. So please, pretty please with Splenda on top, pray that I'm able to do the six without having to saw my knee off.
Otherwise, things are rosy -- except for the woman who HIJACKED MY PARKING SPACE at Utica Square today, then climbed out of her Nazi-made car wearing snake-print pants. Ugh ... But I got over it by the time I walked into Snow Goose and was greeted by the store's four-legged mascot. Love that place.
OK, so tonight's the usual Thursday hang with E and Lord V, so I'll have to exercise restraint no matter what edible temptation awaits. It's their company I crave. That and a big block of Jarlsburg cheese. Mmmm ... But I've been quite good the past 72 hours, avoiding sweets and fried foods and the like. AND I've been drinking water like it was going out of style. Which, according to the fall/winter fashion forecast, it totally is (kidding -- models have to eat something, after all).
That's all I got for now, I'll holler tomorrow. Mean time, watch out for snake-legged women in parking lots.
Peace, love and bags of ice ... XOXO
