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What a run.Tuesday: an hour, with walking. My shins were killing me. I don't know what was causing it. The pain is in my outer shins. It feels like the muscle or whatever runs along the outside of my shin gets incredibly tight. So the first 10 mins of a run is fine and then the shin slowly starts to tense up. This tightening will continue until I can barely walk if I don't stop to stretch and walk it out.
I ran track in high school. (Well, I ran track and played basketball and field hockey). The same thing happened my second year of track. The solution: rest until it went away. The broken running body seems a lot like a computer. Nobody really knows what's going on so the solution for this super complicated machine is simple. Body: rest. Computer: restart. Oddly, it works.
Back to the run. Shins, tight. Sweat, pouring. So I wiped my face. In doing so, I dislodged my hard contact. Which proceeded to painfully float around my eye. My response: continue running. While freaking out on the inside. The contact eventually found it's way back to center.
Shins, tight, Sweat, pouring, contact, floating. Man, yelling, "Take them out, baby!!!" By yelled, I mean stopped his pick-up truck, leaned out the open window, and hollered. I think that he yelled take them out. It could have been, take it out. "Them" makes more sense as he would be referring to my breasts. "It" could also make sense, however. Could be gay bashing, suggesting that because I have a boy-ish haircut and do not wear girly running clothes that I must have a phallus. Either way, it was disturbing. More than anything, I was embarrassed. I know that I shouldn't be, but there were people around. I was on the South St bridge heading from center city to university city (kind of like the distinction between Boston and Cambridge, except not at all). And all the little medical students were hustling across the bridge to make their 7am rounds.
What a run.
This morning. Much shorter, around 30 mins. I went to a killer yoga class and my body is still putting itself back together. The fact that I can move at all is a miracle. So it was slow and steady. I'll lift later this morning. Walk to a friends house in the afternoon. Maybe, maybe hit up a restorative yoga class this evening. Shins: fine. I think it's the yoga.
What a cookie.
3 meals, eaten. Vegan chocolate chip cookies: best damn things I have ever made. Shared with co-op board for our meeting last night. I think that making the cookies is a good sign. After reading Beatte's post, I've been thinking a lot about how I feel about food. I want to work through my problematic relationship with it. I loved everything about these cookies. Baking them, sharing them, enjoying them, not eating the entire batch. It felt healthy, balanced, and, yes, dignified.
posted by chaos @ 8:44 AM
1 Comments:
Man, just reading this makes me want to exercise! I don't know why I forget how good it feels when I'm not doing it regularly.
That guy in the truck... weird! Why did he feel the need to stop his truck, and what was he referring to? It seems like a strange thing to shout at someone, if you want to goad a reaction of them. :(
Still, nothing to be embarrassed about. YOU were the one getting healthy in that scenario, after all. He probably went back to eating Slim Jims for breakfast. >:)
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