So yesterday, I got an email from my friend Sara (who now blogs with her bestie, Dana, here) wondering where the hell I've been.
I'm here. But I'm not running. So I've been rather morose lately. Getting cranky up in here.
Last fall I managed to do something weird to my shoulder. Probably in strength class. And at first, it was just kind of annoying. And achy. I wouldn't classify it as pain, but it was there.
After a couple months it was more pain. Like my rotator cuff is JACKED kind of pain.
So I ran New Years Day (because it was snowing, yo. Big puffy fat flaked snow. Who can say no to that on the brink of a brand new year? Not this girl.) and I regretted it for a whole week.
You know that stupid someecard "I really regret that run. Said no runner ever."? Yeah, they were obviously not talking about an injured runner, because runners are weird. And stupid.
Since then, I've taken the entire month off. I feel like a fat lazy lump. I cry for no apparent reason. My family is starting to hate my guts.
But I have good friends who check on me. And good friends (MUAH Riyanti!!) on the IR list who will invite me into their home for basically the whole day so we can at least be injured together.
And I'll be heading to the doctor if it doesn't improve, I promise. But I figured some good old fashioned rest was a good place to start.
This hasn't stopped me from registering for races. I DNS'd my first race of the year (sad but smart) because it was a 10k trail race on icy hills. I also have the Soldier Field 10 miler and the Wisconsin half and then Grandma's marathon (4th time's the charm!) so I need to heal up so I can get busy. I have a big year ahead of me!
But until I heal, I will put all my energy into cooking real food here (long story) and not putting ALL THE FOODZ IN MY MAW.
Wish me luck :)
