Friday, 13th of October
Boy, with the frequency I post here, you'd think I'm not into blogging at all but that wouldn't be true because I have another blog called Fashion-Incubator at which I post daily. That blog is becoming very popular, approaching 4,000 visitors a day. Pretty wild. I remember when I didn't have that many visitors in a month.
I didn't run last week with my team. I was sad and missed my friend Shannon. She's very inspiring to me. Her ex was very not-nice but she picked up and moved on with her life. She's taking classes to become a speech-language therapist at NMSU. When my ex dumped me, all I could do was cry and shut the world out for about four years. But I digress. I didn't run last week because the week before, after our weekly run of 10 miles ( a personal milestone!), Eric and I went riding our bikes the following day and I nearly got spiked (gored) by some cut bamboo when I fell off my bike going uphill on a trail. I don't know what I did to my side but it was extremely painful to the extent than I couldn't run for a week and only ran this week under the influence of a lot of drugs (ibuprofen). My left side turned a lovely array of colors. First purple, a lovely shade of blue followed by morning rose and finally, yellow with red streaks. I also have this funny, odd flat space in my side. Something jiggles a little over there and I wonder if something broke off. Still, if I'd hit the bamboo stump one inch over, I would have been gored. That would have been more than painful but gross too! I mean, it's unlikely it would have killed me but it would have been gross with potentially guts spilling out everywhere. Gross! Honestly, what really scared me wasn't the injury I ended up with but the one I could have had. Boy, that would have been ugly and nasty. One does not imagine being gored on the trail running by the irrigation ditch. The long and short of it was I spent a week fretting whether this injury was going to put me out of the running for awhile. All kidding aside, it was quite painful and Eric felt culpable. He'd lead the charge up the hill thinking I'd follow him readily and easily. Readily I did. Easily, not so well. Poor thing. I feel bad that he feels bad. Normally we ride our bikes nightly at least three or four times during the work week but we havent' done that since I got the injury.
I am planning on going out tomorrow with the team (7:00 AM, La Llorona Park). I think we're doing 8 miles. Maybe 8 miles. Supposedly 8 miles. Our TNT trainer Kristine is in charge of mileage but she (like my husband) lies a whole whole lot about distance. I think they are in collusion. When it comes to miles run or cycled, both she and my husband lie lie lie lie lie lie lie. Honest. Either that or numbers aren't her forte. I mean, she runs you until what lung you haven't choked or coughed up in exhaustion -practically into her lap- and cheerfully chirps you've done the equivalent of half a block. She tries to convince me, pointing out that the pavement has been paced and painted with mileage markings but I know she is in on it. It? You know, the great mileage conspiracy.
If you, lost soul that you must be to have read this far, please do consider making a donation to the Leukemia Foundation and sponsor me in the upcoming PF Chang marathon in Phoenix AZ this January. Thanks. I'll appreciate it a lot as will people with blood cancers. I'll put your name in my sidebar and sing your praises for a very very long time.