It Ain't Good

Here's the latest report.  ...And it ain't good. 

Saturday morning I yanked myself out of bed early to do this @$^%$*! 12-mile run.  I was determined to do it.  During mile 6, my right knee started hurting a bit.  I shook it off and carried on.  During mile 8, the side of my right knee/hip/thigh started hurting.  I told the pain to go away and insisted on ignoring it.  The side of calves hurt just above my ankles, with sharp yet dull pain shooting through my legs.  The last mile and a half, I honestly didn't know if I could finish.  I hurt so bad, was so over the fact that by the time I finished, I would have ran for 2 hours, and I *hurt.*  I wanted to cry, but luckily, *you*can't*cry*while*running.*  I felt like even if I stopped running, there was no way I could even walk the last mile and half.  So, I did the only thing I knew to do.... I kept running.

I finished in 2 hours exactly.  And wanted to crawl.  To say that I was hurting, is an understatement.  I knew I wouldn't have time to soak my legs in cold water when I got home, which was incredibly disappointing.  If I've ever needed an ice water soak, it was then.  BUT, it was a Saturday on a fall day in east Tennessee.  You.See. 

*Tailgating* & *UT*Football* required a rush order on my next move. 

So, as any well-trained southern girl would do, I adapted.  I iced on the go!

This shall start the list of my injuries from my 12-mile run.  Remember me saying the sides of calves above my ankles were hurting?  Uh huh.  Swollen.  The right worse than the left, but both swollen.  And sore to the lightest touch.  Still swollen and sore today.

My right knee.  Nearly too stiff to bend.  And continues in the same condition today.  Extremely painful.

And my left knee.  General aches and pains on the outside of my knee.  Quite a bit better today. 

In addition to these injuries, I have severely chaffed inner-thighs, sore quads, and a sore bum even.  What's worse than running 12-miles in great pain and resulting injuries such as above?  ....Doing said activity in an underwire bra.  Uuuuh*huh.  Someone didn't double-check their overnight bag.  Super.


The joys of tailgating, fall, football and family and friends dulled some of the pain for the remainder of the day.  And the day continued like this:

With a disappointing ending, but an exciting game for an SEC rivalry.

And then I got that.  A pretty gnarly blister from the orange and white wedges I wore to the game and walked a few miles in to, from and around the stadium.

The day got really great when I crawled into bed at 1 a.m. with allll my aches and pains, still in Full force and effect and slept like I hadn't slept in days.  Then I woke up and enjoyed my most favorite treat. 

A Dunkin' Donuts old fashioned donut. 

And then I enjoyed a most blessed Sunday.

I will need Lots of *ice* this week to fix these aches and pains.  My mother has diagnosed the swollen spots on my legs as shin splints.  I've started taking ibuprofen and glucosamine.  Here's to the road to recovery.