WTF Wednesday, observations from an injured runner or crazy person, same thing really.

It’s only been a few days, (actually just two days,) of not running and so far I’ve made the following observations:

In non-running life, I am a sloth. Seriously. My fitbit is proving it to me. Whereas 15,000 plus steps a day was the norm before my heel took a shit, I’m lucky if I get to 5,000 steps a day now.

sloth like

Would it be cheating if I hid my fitbit in the drawer for the week?

My spibelt works incredibly well as a doggie poop bag holder. In fact I can fit a whole roll or two of those little baggies in there. (Not when they’re filled, that would just be gross, although surprisingly even Boomer poop in a bag would fit.) Spibelts are a lot bigger than I thought.

I’ve been using my Garmin to track all the creatures in my yard.  Hank is not all that faster than Boomer, he just runs longer before getting tired.  Peacocks run just as fast as they fly and squirrels are the fastest creatures living in my yard presently.  This may change if I can actually get the rabbits to cooperate in my experiment, which hasn’t happened thus far.

All that extra time I thought I would have to get things done has actually turned into all that extra time to sleep. Turns out when I’m not excited to get up and run first thing in the morning, I’m not all that excited to get up at all.

running therapy
Despite how many times I’ve said it, my running shoes are not lonely and if you say this in front of family and friends they will think you are crazy, or crazier, as in my case.

All of the articles available to read that will teach you how to handle injuries and what to do when you can’t run, work really well as kindling in the fire pit and that is all they work for.  Period.

I’ve also realized that even though I’m not running right now I still have a voracious appetite and in about one week when I am able to start running again I will probably be around 7 pounds heavier, (if my bathroom scale is correct.)

girl scout cookies

I wish I could quit you!

All of the neighborhood runners that I would typically consider part of my ‘community’ and even friends are now my mortal enemies.  Whenever they run anywhere near my house I secretly want to smack them.  The only way they will ever be my friends again is if they stay at home until I am able to run again.

I miss my runner’s high so much I”m considering eating catnip.

catnip lover

It obviously worked for this guy.

Clearly, it is painfully obvious that I haven’t lost my sense of humor, just my flipping mind!

WTF?  It’s Wednesday!  Tell me what drives you crazy when you can’t run.

10 thoughts on “WTF Wednesday, observations from an injured runner or crazy person, same thing really.

  1. Oh I hear you on all of this! I’ve been injured on and off for months and it’s torture just waiting to get back to normal. I also want to murder all the happy runners that I see while I’m driving to/from work. Hopefully we’ll be able to get back out there again soon!

  2. oh shit. just hearing your pain, makes me sad for you.

    get your ass on a stationary bike asap, lower the seat, so less push off on feet. you miss the sweat. once you break sweat you will feel better….then get your ass on your yoga mat and work on core. leg ups, sit ups, crunches, anything to keep the heat and sweat up.

    that’s how i deal. i NEED to run….if i can’t run, i just do anything to get those sweet. sweet. all so sweet endorphins.

    do it. good luck.

    • Awe, thanks so much! Sorry to hear you had to give up running, that sucks, but I understand. My husband had to give it up due to bad knees too. He rides a mean bike though 🙂

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