Blog entry Written with a loving hand by kitt some time around 21:52 on 15 August 2005
... what you put into it. I went on a run this evening. It was the first run I've gone on since the begining of July, I think. Usually, I take Annie and we're done with the neighborhood loop in 20 minutes. But I have a lot (as in a lot) of ground to make up, so I dragged Annie around the neighboorhood for a longer run, instead. I knew the run was going to hurt. I have bad shin splints in my left leg (made worse last week by tripping over a chicken wire fence that keeps the dogs out of one of my gardens). I have steel bands for achilles tendons that all the stretching in the world hasn't seemed to help. And I have a some sort of random pinched nerve in my left glute that's causing bizarre pains and muscle weakness in my left leg. Can I just get a new left leg, please? The worst part is that I have no freaking clue where all these injuries came from. It's not like I've been overtraining these last two months. No, that was in January and February. They have, however, made me more clever in my training. How do you train for a high impact, running and quick turning sport without running? (Quick answer: you don't.) So, in an effort to let my achilles tendons warm up, we started out slowly. Think snail's pace. With the twang of the tendons snapping on each step, I managed to run the first half mile as a pace Annie could practically walk. I managed to finally stretch out into a good run, which Annie kept up. Until the first cat. Instead of my dragging Annie, she scented a cat "somewhere up ahead", and sprinted in front of me, dragging me along behind her. We passed the Cat Smell™ and managed a block before the next cat came tearing out in front of us from under a parked car. Zoom! Eventually (where that's one pee, four cats, three couples and eleven dogs later), we made it home, with my knees aching only slightly. Considering I made the run on the snack of champions (9 Pringles), we did okay.