I'm going to start this thing off with an up curve. It has been one of the only ones I have had over the past couple of weeks and I needed it.
*Just to put it into context, here is what the up curve is countering:
1. A couple of micromanaging folks at work that are going to drive me mad.
2. Dealing with the guilt of planning events for work that I know they might not want me to be part of since I will be giving notice before they actually happen.
3. My grandma is getting back surgery next week.
4. My jacked ankle, again and again and again and again... that's an exageration, this is only a three-peat.
5. A boy. Not getting into it because it's irrelivant and just something that needs to be moved past into the solid friendship I know it can be.
6. The missed opportunity of living near Lisa and David. I stayed in San Francisco for my job but just prolonged the inevitable. Now they are moving to London before I get there.
7. The stupid bitch that I rear ended is now claiming injury and so is her passenger.
**that's enough of that, but Bikram makes me happy, in spite of all of this crap...
A week ago I hurt my ankle running. I thought it was a foot cramp but now it appears that we are looking at tendinitis and a couple of other things that I can't pronounce. That means no running. None, nada, NO RUNNING. It makes me so sad. Another bump in the road that is my left ankle (Jay, we should just keep an open line of credit on this one don'tcha think, ha ha).
I swim a couple of times a week but I'm not a huge fan. It was after I got hurt that I found Bikram Yoga at the Funky Door! Bikram pushes and pushes until you want to die. And they do it in 110 degree heat. I love it! No walking on eggshells because of my injuries, no modifications just in case. It's all the way, the whole time, and it makes me feel wonderful!
As for the ankle, I have to change my Sports Medicine appointment and get a call back on my xrays. I am also waiting on a call back from the one and only Rock Star Gray Williams, my surgeon, for a second opinion. Wait and see time. Just hoping they figure it out before the marathon.
NOTE: I'm still running bitches! It's not over until I say so.
2 comments:
Hi PUM! You are CRAZY -- your poor poor ankle! It must hate you.
So, I was thinking that it absolutely sucks that we won't get to be neighbors. Maybe you should just move to England.
pam, sorry about the ankle, again. i will see you in a few weeks. jay
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