After completing the snowshoe marathon last Saturday I ran on Sunday and Monday and felt a little sluggish on uphills, but in general felt good. Tuesday I crossed trained and then when I woke up on Wednesday I could barely walk. Any pressure on my right foot caused pained. I told myself to "walk it off"and get dressed for the gym. I hobbled downstairs and it only got worse, so I hobbled/crawled back upstairs and into bed. Could I take a sick day after having a four day weekend? Of course I could, but I knew it really wouldn't help.
I managed to make it through the work day and then headed off to the physical therapy for my foot. I had a similar issue a few years ago which sidelined me for several months. I was serious about taking care of this sooner rather than later so without hesitation I offered up rest, which I have never done before. I knew in my mind a few days off now would be better than weeks off later. My PT Andy and I decided on three days off to start. On my days off I still went to the gym to do abs, arms, legs and to sit in the sauna. By day three I couldn't resist the urge and found myself on the treadmill. I began with a walk, then a jog. I ran my first mile in just under ten minutes and I continued to run. A nine minute mile, eight minute mile, sub eight, another and then a seven. I was content with six miles, cooled down and stretched.
I thought that running would make me feel better and it partially did, but I have diagnosed myself with a case of the "blah-blahs". This morning I went to Bikram yoga to continue my progression with heat training. About half way through the class I caught myself staring in the mirror thinking "wow I need to get my sheet together" (G-Rated Version). The clock is ticking and everything is coming quickly whether I am ready or not. Realizing this I find myself moving further into the land of blah, but eager to find my way out.