You can always come for a laugh.

I am getting in as many runs as I can before the time change.  I don’t care what anyone says to convince me otherwise, once the time changes, it will take me weeks to recover and by that time the weather in Florida will be unbearably hot and I’ll be forced to run at 3AM or on the dreadmill.  Life as I know it is over.

so sad

It’s been forever since I’ve taken a day off and so I’ve been taking it really easy and running very slowly because I’m not really all about junk miles.  It’s just that we don’t get a lot of beautiful weather around here so I’m taking full advantage of it.  I am also strength training and doing yoga to ensure that I stay strong.

Over the weekend I read an article and the woman said that she always finishes a run with a handstand to reverse blood flow and I thought that was a great idea.  Somehow I convinced myself that maybe that might even help with my migraines.  Mind you there is no proof of this whatsoever nor did I read that anywhere, I just totally made that up in my head.

Anyway, back in the day I took some gymnastics and I used to be all kinds of bend-y, back in the day.

yogi girl

Okay, maybe not this bend=y

I used to do handstands, and walkovers, and splits and all sorts of things.  Damn it I could do a handstand, I got this!  So, I ran my really slow and comfy six miles this morning and I came home and I decided that I would do an easy handstand.  But just to be on the safe side, and because I’m not completely stupid, I decided the safest thing would be to do it against the side of the house.

The opposite side of the house.

The side away from where MacGyver was at so he couldn’t see me because if he could he would laugh at me.  And before you say anything, don’t.  If the situation were reversed and he were doing a handstand on the opposite side of the house, I would laugh. I would.

I got into position.  I put my hands down on the ground and kicked my left leg up first and then my right leg.  My left leg was resting against the wall, good.  My right leg hit the wall, bounced a bit but then it settled, good.

And then my arms started to tremble…..

I didn’t get a picture, but it would have looked a lot like this:


Yep, that’s about accurate.

Except I fell into a bush and then against the lawnmower.  It was ugly.  And I might have cried.  An ugly cry.


It hurt.

This was probably not one of my better ideas.  You can’t always come here for advice but hey, you can come for a laugh at least.  I don’t mind.  I’m okay.  I’ll be back for more enjoyment tomorrow.  Who knows a squirrel might jump on my head, I might get chased by an emu or I could trip over a walnut.

When is the last time you fell down and went boom?  It happens here all the time.

Slippo the Hippo

I have literally been working my ass off, as if that were even remotely possible, and it’s not.  Trust me, it isn’t.  I’ve been blessed in that way.

big big booty

I get it from my mama

But seriously y’all I’m so tired and I needed a break and so did MacGyver and even though we did go to our house in Nokomis last weekend it wasn’t exactly the break we were looking for since we had to deal with the whole ‘a friggin tree fell in our backyard and left debris all over the god damn place’.  See that was NOT exactly a break.

And then, I had a slip.  A nip hip slip!

oh the pain

Actually, what had happened wuz….

I was walking the dogs yesterday after my run, and of course the bastards decided to chase a cat, but they had different ideas of how to catch it.  Boomer went left while Hank went forward and I landed on my left butt cheek.  Hard.

So, all day yesterday my left hip which had been a little tweaky now feels like someone is stabbing me every time I sit down which means my piriformis is screaming at me.  And guess how we get that better.  Go ahead, guess!

We Rest!

i need self help

Does anyone know where I can pick up a self help book?

Fortunately, MacGyver and I are headed to our little cabin.  Unfortunately, there’s no electricity, or running water, or cable TV.  I do have a sweet ass personal running trail that was specifically built for me so that I’d have something to do while we’re out there……………

Kill me now.

What are you’re weekend plans?  (I’m going to steal wifi and blog from the cabin, stay tuned.)

Not running due to illness or injury, what’s worse?

Not running because of an injury or an illness?  Let’s be honest, if you’ve been running for any length of time, both suck.

Not Running SucksWaking up in the morning feeling refreshed and full of energy and then suddenly realizing that you can’t slap on your favorite shoes and hit the streets for a run is a horrible feeling and we’ve all been there but I have to tell you, I think not running due to an illness is the worst.

when you cant runI’d be lying if I didn’t say that there is an emotional roller coaster we often ride when it comes to injury, especially if it happens during training for a race.  It can be devastating.  That being said, you can usually still manage to get that endorphin rush through other forms of exercise and in the end, you will run again.

Case in point, when I was having hip issues a few years back I could still manage to do a pretty intense weight routine and I did a lot of swimming.  Both managed to lift my spirits and keep my endurance up.  When you’re dealing with an illness it’s not that easy.  It brings moody to a whole new level.

mood swings

Yep, that’s me.

Illness is an entirely different beast altogether.  Whether your illness is short term or chronic, it may prevent you from doing any type of aerobic or strength workout altogether.    Depending on what you’re suffering from, if you continue to work out when you’re ill you could actually make the situation worse.  That’s exactly what happens to me.

Not knowing when I’ll be able to run again is the worst for me.  If it were a fractured leg or a sprained ankle at least I would have an idea of how much time it could take to heal, but in my case I don’t know.  The unknown scares me and since I would typically run and work out my feelings, well, you get the point.  In some respects I’m really lucky because I can still manage to walk every day and I can do light weight routines without any major problems, but it’s just not the same.  In fact, it’s not even close.

not my jamIt’s definitely not a position that I enjoy being in because I’ve never been one of those people who wants to take a break from running.  I seriously love running, any day, all day, all the time.  Love.  It.  But illness forces you to listen to your body.  It demands that you pay attention.  You have no other choice.  You’re stuck on the sideline for the time being, and how long that is, who knows?   In my opinion illness is way worse than not running due to injury but I’m interested in your perspective too.

So tell me, what do you think is worse, not running due to illness or injury?