Yesterday I was shouting from the rooftops about how pretty I am (or something close to that...read yesterday's post if you're curious).
Today I am screaming about the suckity-suckness that is NOT RUNNING.
I even bailed on my volunteer duties at a local race because I just couldn't stand to see the sight of everyone running. So, because I'm so self-centered, someone may not have gotten a 1/4 full Gatorade cup, or an atta-boy at the exact time that they needed it. And for that, I really do feel horrible.
I didn't think this not-running thing was going to be so dang difficult. I also thought that I would go to my doctors appointment today, where Paul (the PA) would shout "Hallelujah! You're healed!"
Instead he told me that I took twice the amount of the NSAID that I was supposed to and that's why I felt so great for the first week and a half, and felt like poo the last week and a half. I was supposed to have 3 weeks worth. I guess I missed that part in all the "you can't run" mumbo-jumbo.
He also looked at me like a disapproving father when I sheepishly told him that I tried to run on Sunday. Didn't I tell you that? Oh, well, I did try and test the waters...and guess what? They are still cold and achy. By Tuesday I was pretty much back to how I felt 3 weeks ago. Nice, Amy....very nice.
So, apparently I'm not a great patient. And I've got to do this whole not-running thing for another 3 weeks. Actually, I've got to do the NSAID for 3 weeks but I CAN RUN in 10 days!!! (I hear angels singing in 10 days!!) He felt optimistic about the fact that even though I ran, and it hurt, it was not swollen. Nope, not once, not in 3 weeks. So that is a good thing. And makes him think that maybe *hopefully* its just a weird twist or something. I totally think its just a weird twist or something. He also thinks that it's strange that I'm an accountant, yet I took twice as much medicine as was prescribed on the bottle.
Okay, so he didn't say that last part, but I'm sure he and the nurse (Melissa) and her husband (Brian - the PT) had a good chuckle after I left about how smart I am at times...but so ditzy at others. I'm sure that's how their conversation went. Yep. I'm sure of it.
So, stay tuned for another 10 days of whining and complaining and ellipticalling and biking. I will probably try and run on Fathers Day (Sunday the 15th) even though that's 9 days away...it just makes more sense. It's too hard to try and find a time to run on Monday with work and all...besides maybe I can make my debut at our Sunday 7:15am group run...since, sheesh, I haven't been there in months!
Maybe next time I feel inclined to write a post about great and wonderful I am, I will remember this and keep my cocky feelings to myself...karma's not such a nice girl sometimes!
Have a great weekend!