Remember that letter I wrote to my stabbing, throbbing, sharp, firing knee pain? Well, I think it did just the trick! Last night around 8 I got really restless and crabby, as I always do when I don't have at least two hours of training a day - I think I just get a ton of negative energy built up. Anyway, so finally got fed up with the ATP build up in my body and I decided it was about time to get my body through some fermentation cycles. It was too dark to cycle and too cold to swim so I had one last option: running. For the past two months the mere thought of running makes me weak in the knees - and not in a good way.
So fully decked out in spandex and hoodie (because it was 45 out...in Florida...what bull) and running shoes strapped on I prepared myself for a complete trainwreck of a run which would probably result in a walk, a limp, and a call to my sister for a pick up.
As usual the first steps were a little testy, the pain still there in sharp little spasms. Frustrated, I got desperate. I pleaded.
"Please, please, please go away. Pleaseeeee go away. I promise I will ice you and elevate you and give you all the drugs you want after I'm done. And when I'm 90 I will never run again. Just give me the next 70 years."
And then...to my astonishment, it got a little better and a little better until I realized, as I was listening to my Owl City soundtrack, the stabbing went away.
I had a great full 2.5 mile run avg. a nice 8:45 mile with no pain.
Then I woke up this morning and I did it again.
Hopefully this is a new thing for me.
Anyway, this further proves my theory that you can will yourself to get better - it's just like that time I convinced myself I didn't have mono and strep.
Love, love, love,
Me
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