Injuries BEGONE!
Straxi and I both seem to have managed to injure ourselves: I injured myself sitting on the sofa (old age is full of indignities like this) and Straxi injured herself by either eating poop or by drinking stagnant water – I’m not sure which, because she did both, and did both on the same bloody…
Injuries and Recovery: You Can’t Do It Alone
Every time I’m running in the woods with Straxi, I think about how slack I have been with this blog. Let me update you. This summer has, indeed, been heinous. First was my foot, which I’ve told you about in staggering (ha) detail. I went to the doctor fully expecting to be told that I…
Guest Blogger: Here, have a chewie
So Laura is headed to her own doc on Friday to get yet another shot in her paw…I’m not sure she’s ever going to recover from this. I know she is hoping that we will begin running again this weekend, but at this point, I can just smell the depression wafting off her. What, you…
Cues, Context, Experience
Yesterday I had an appointment with the foot doctor for yet another shot in my foot. I was gathering my things, getting ready to go, and I mentioned to my husband that I knew the doctor wouldn’t release me to go for a run today, but that I hoped he might. Before I could finish…
One Month is Just 28 Days, Dammit
Well, I went back for my checkup and to be fitted for my inserts. I’m another month away from resuming my running. I’m worried that Straxi doesn’t understand that I’m hurt and thinks that we’ve just unceremoniously quit our beloved runs. On the up side, I’m out of the peg leg/boot and I’m in a…
A Runner Limps into a Bar with a Boot…
So our last run went for a measly 2 1/2 miles – Straxi and I headed out to the trails on a beautiful day, with the intent to step up our training, and enjoy the weather as well. It did not go as planned. The weather certainly didn’t pose a problem, nor did Straxi. It…