Nope-didn't work out. Gave my leg a rest, but I have Beth coming over tonight to work on it. YEAH!
Yesterday after work I sat in my favorite chair to read-my sky chair under the mulberry tree-and finished The Kite Runner. What a great book!
Let me preface my comments with I try to be as open-minded as possible. Growing up knowing and experiencing some prejudice, I try to not stereotype people, try to see and accept different cultures and different views on life.
Now my comments on this book. This book surprised me. It really was great to see a war-torn country/culture through someone else's views who is closer to the situation. Yes this is fiction, but the author's bio shows he was born in Kabul. So I'm assuming some of the descriptions of the landscape and cultural traditions are accurate. This book really shows a humane side of a culture I know very little about, except what is shown on TV. The Afghanistan that is described before the war is one of beauty, friendship, family, love and respect.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
So last night was the first night of the bootcamp cycle. It was nice to see so many people out there. I'm doing the women's bootcamp, at least for a bit, until my leg feels better.
That said, during the warmup lap last night, oh, about 150 M into it, I felt a pop at the back of my leg. DAMM! Ok here's the rant. HOW MUCH LONGER IS THIS GOING TO GO ON?!? I know I'm not resting it. I know I'm not doing EVERYTHING I can to make this go away. But really! OMG! How much longer is this going to last! I roll, I take ibueprofen. Now really, I what to know how much longer I have to put up with this SHIT!
It's my ego and my pride that kept me limping for the rest of the lap. And for the 800M at the end. My mind kept telling me to walk. Just stop and walk. Give it a rest so it can fully heal. But my mind doesn't always win the argument. So I hobbled along, knowing that I might be making the recovery take even longer. Ego isn't always a good thing.
I couldn't get comfortable last night. Finally broke down and gave Beth a call. Can't wait until tomorrow. I'm hoping she's the help I need. I'll see how I feel after her magic massage works my body over. Maybe that's all I need. I'm going to keep telling myself this.
Am I really done for the year? No Inaugural Pasadena Half? No AR? I'm not dead yet!
That said, during the warmup lap last night, oh, about 150 M into it, I felt a pop at the back of my leg. DAMM! Ok here's the rant. HOW MUCH LONGER IS THIS GOING TO GO ON?!? I know I'm not resting it. I know I'm not doing EVERYTHING I can to make this go away. But really! OMG! How much longer is this going to last! I roll, I take ibueprofen. Now really, I what to know how much longer I have to put up with this SHIT!
It's my ego and my pride that kept me limping for the rest of the lap. And for the 800M at the end. My mind kept telling me to walk. Just stop and walk. Give it a rest so it can fully heal. But my mind doesn't always win the argument. So I hobbled along, knowing that I might be making the recovery take even longer. Ego isn't always a good thing.
I couldn't get comfortable last night. Finally broke down and gave Beth a call. Can't wait until tomorrow. I'm hoping she's the help I need. I'll see how I feel after her magic massage works my body over. Maybe that's all I need. I'm going to keep telling myself this.
Am I really done for the year? No Inaugural Pasadena Half? No AR? I'm not dead yet!
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