Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Limbo


"So what do you want to do?"

"Uh, run?"

"Well lemme ask ya: Can you wait another month?"

"Yes, yes I can. I'm mentally braced for another month, so yes."

"Okay good. 'cause if you'd told me you just had to run in the Fiddle-dee-sticks Marathon,* that you just couldn't wait, well, we probably could've arranged something--but it would not be ideal."

A marathon? Since when was that ever even the remotest of remote options? Shucks--maybe I'm being sortof a wimp through all this. Then again, maybe not, given the information that followed.

"A month from now, we'll start you running a half mile, then walking a half mile, running a half mile, walking--you'll do this every other day for a week, then we'll bump you up to 3/4-mile segments, then one mile, then two, three... You get the idea. ... What's that? How fast? Oh, ten-minute miles."

Come again, doc? I don't even know what a 10:00 mile feels like! Guess I'll soon learn. Brother.

Eh, no matter--this really is good news. After all, eight and a half weeks of rest is the low end of the prescribed range. Could've been worse, could've been twelve.

Arg, I'm going to stop writing now, as lately everything I turn out just bores me to tears. Actually, 'bored to tears' pretty much describes where I am at the moment, which I know, know, has everything to do w/ my non-running runner status. Chemically my brain's all out of whack, low on the neurotransmitters that I've unwittingly relied on to keep me 'up' in the years since I started running. Research points to a cumulative effect here, so even though the first 20 or so minutes after a bout of exercise may deliver the biggest high, if a person's running daily, the party never dies.

I want my invite! Wah.

*Anyone know where this is? Sounds fun. Har.

Posted by princess kanomanom @ 9:50 AM