Yesterday, me, my Gazelle, and our furry children ventured out to the Loch Raven Reservoir to relax, eat, and stare at an open body of water for a few hours.
Staring at open water always makes me want to take a nap. It's kind of like my version of Valium.
The puppies had a ball. Maya has this regal demeanor about her that I've never really figured out. She can go from scrapping with Nikko and snotting in his face to this, all in a split second.
(Disclaimer: I know that every picture in this post sucks, because I left my big girl camera at Jen's house over a week ago. I've been trying to avoid posting pictures because of this, but I just love sharing so I can't avoid it any longer. Sorry. Hopefully you are not so disturbed by the iPhone quality that you stop reading.)
I love the hairy little guy to pieces, but he acts like he ate crack for breakfast. he does not relax. His favorite part about the trip was the "leaving" part. Oh, and when he got to eat his dinner on a bed of seaweed.
I realized that I really flocked up my knee during Sunday's wicked athletic 18.7 mile WOG.
In order to arrive at our desired picnic and zone out area, we had to hike for roughly 852 miles, which included hopping, skipping, and jumping. And thorns. Lots of thorns.
It also required many slopes and hills. It was the downhill periods when I the fact that my knee was really jacked up actually hit me. Just imagine a dagger, jabbing into the outside of your leg; just below the knee, on that little boney knobular thingy that sticks out. It's called a Fibular Head.
Mine doesn't like me right now.
Last night when we got home from our excursion, I painstakingly wrapped little Fib in epsom salt, said a little prayer, and watched a terrible movie. When I unwrapped everything, the pain was magically gone.
I've decided that my new purpose in life is to make it through this marathon in one piece, and hopefully live to tell about it after. And continue running for many years to come.
Step #1: On my lunch break, I purchased the largest carton of epsom salt that I could find, a knee brace, an (un-pictured) ACE bandage and 2 washcloths.
Step #3: I inserted wet epsom salt into the washcloths, wrapped up the parts of my leg that don't feel right...my Fibular Head, and the exterior part of my ankle, then secured everything with the ACE bandage.
P.s...please ignore my granny CROCS. I love them.
Step #4: Call PT and proceed to schedule at least one appointment per week between now and 2 weeks following the marathon.
We'll see how it goes...
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