|Kinesio abstract art.|
Since December 2008, my log shows one 10 day stretch void of running, an earlier rehab attempt for the fore mentioned peroneal brevis last May. There are 2 separate week long rests in the same time frame for various body repairs. Outside these citations, over the last 2 and 1/4 years, I have never gone more than 4 days without at least a 3 mile run. Only rarely do two blanks in a row deface my calendar. Two weeks at best. I fear madness. My wife murmurs encouraging words, but I notice she secured a strait jacket. The sizing is right. It fits me.
|Rejected by running, I fell into the glaze of my first love.|
I joined the Royal Order of Diabetes Mellitus in May, 2008. I suspect my immune system fell madly in love with a flu virus that was a doppelganger for my pancreas' beta cells. My mother and I were both stricken with a nasty bug at Christmas in 2007. I showed diabetic symptoms 6 months later. Mom presented within the following year. At the time I was measuring my content with stomach girth. I was an Olympic caliber carbohydrate enthusiast with a couch hobby.
Exercise was prescribed as a means of reducing insulin resistance. Less resistance translates into less insulin injected and lowered blood sugars as repairing muscles quickly uptake glucose in the bloodstream. The best advice I have ever received from the medical industry. I began walking up to an hour per day with great results, but I grew bored pretty quickly. Running emerged from walking as my body adapted to the strange new movement and rebuilt a stronger frame. It became my best weapon in battling diabetes' daily challenges. Lowering insulin resistance, leveling blood sugars, and providing the rare opportunity for taboo foods during long runs, I loved it as Full Metal Jacket's Leonard Lawrence, "Gomer Pyle" loved his rifle. And did I mention the ENDORPHINS.
|Swelling behind the lateral malleolus say what?|
As with any addiction, its pursuit eclipsed other practices. I do some core work, have a BOSU, have a wobble board, pretend to stretch. But these other exercises serve to benefit running, not as a substitute. I am a one trick pony with a repetitive movement problem. Neither genetics, nor bad luck derailed my running nirvana. My exuberance for rapid evolution and trendy new kicks in the form of Vibram 5 fingers caused my hard luck.
|I want to do this again.|
My 2nd and 3rd metatarsals are popping constantly now. Top of foot pain is presenting and the left ankle is week. After 2 days rest the Brevis is inflamed, malleoulus still swollen and painful, and the tib anterior is tight. I am RICEing like a speedy gonzales lunch special. At this point I am praying for a 5 miler to loosen up the week of Umstead and a miracle finish at the race. To date, my most trying running challenge looks to be a two week rest. Please be enough. I desperately need another pint glass!
This turned out to be an ironic time to start blogging about running. I may review some of my favorite completed races over the next few weeks. Or maybe a haiku. A limerick. Instructions on knitting your own calf compression sleeves?