I am convinced that the “Running Gods” are telling me to
play more Golf. Sounds like some sort of excuse, I have really enjoyed playing this
month but I believe it to be true. This past Thursday we received a pallet load
of labels, no big deal in itself but this time the truck had no lift gate,
meaning a roadside unloading. Pilling my dolly high with cases of labels, I
placed my right foot on a support, pushing hard downwards to lean the dolly
back. My shoe, loosely tied popped off and I pile drove my foot into the
pavement below. To say this was a “Bit”
painful would be an understatement, I immediately felt like I would hurl but
managed to keep a measure of composure and a profound limp while I wheeled the
“Devil Dolly” to the garage. I ran four miles today with a good bit of
discomfort in the heel, not from the PF I’ve been dealing with but from my new
and improved measure of self-inflicted accidental abuse. UGH!
My month included Doctor Visits and normal tests for Cancer
follow ups. The good news is there is no news, my tests came back clean. Next
month I meet with the Gastroenterologist, another follow up. We should have an
interesting conversation, later on that. I see the Podiatrist July 2nd about my foot, I imagine I'll get a "Green Light" to resume training in earnest.
Resuming running has led to a reduction in pain medication
but not to a degree that I am happy with (yet). Most of my runs have been three
to five miles in length with about twenty miles logged last week. I can
honestly say that I am not getting the same “Bang for the Buck” from running
that I use to but I realize it might take time and more distance. I grow
impatient, I don’t want to be put on medication I’ll have to take all the time,
yet if I have to take Hydrocodone all the time what’s the difference.
For no good reason at all I feel much is about to change in
a positive direction. There are many things spinning in our little family,
kids doing well, Sue with a new school next year and me …….. Well, if I can
keep from beating myself up perhaps I’ll get my act back on track.
Later
Mike
