I've been a bad blogger recently, but lots has transpired in the past few days. So, I have a stress fracture...a bad one. It's really not thaaat big of a surprise. I had pain in my shins the past few weeks when running (training for the nyc marathon) but didn't think a whole lot of it. I ran the Philly Distance Run Sunday (a half-sie) and killed it (woop woop 1:39). Post-race, there I am...drinking a large frosty brew, hand deep in some nacho-fried-sobadforme-deliciousness watching the Eagles...happy as a pig in shit, when I realize I still have shooting pains resonating from my shin/lower leg. So I ask the bartender for some ice, and continue enjoying (well not really since the Eagles played like shit) the game. Still hurting hours later, I'm still convincing myself everything is cool. Monday morning: I can't walk. I'm limping around like goddamn Quasimodo. For the next few days I'm icing, taking it easy, planning my work attire around all the ballet flats I usually never wear, catching up on laundry and other asinine tasks, thinking I should get the gold star for my "recovery", but I'm still having shooting, excruciating pain radiating from my leg. I finally go to the sports doc today, hoping for a quick fix and some relief...but instead, I'm fucked. Hard. A "pretty serious" stress fracture in my tibia. Shhiiiittt.
No heels, no flops, no shoes that "don't offer arch support" (wtf?), no running, no weight training of my legs...not even the goddamn elliptical/hamster machine. Oh, yeah....6 weeks recovery, so no marathon. I am beyond suicidal.
Oh, and the real kicker....no drinking on the pain killers. Fuck me.
Luckily, I have ManCandy to take care of me. I'm still pretty pissed, still in fug shoes, and still debating ripping a few shots on these percocets (hey, it is Thursday...), but the boy helps me stay upbeat. So, I'm going to put my time and energy formerly wasted on training, and try to study for the lsats, really cook awesome food, shop, and find a new hobby or two. Oh, and find some non-douche-y shoes and stop shouting profanities at girls in hot heels and runners. Boo.
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