Just getting my breath back. Will post soon about What It All Means
More anon, happy facers!
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
I'm very worried about what the sports doc will say tomorrow. Part of me doesn't want to know.
But then again, not knowing and just worrying isn't terribly amusing.
More anon, honeybuns!
Monday, October 22, 2012
Since last we spoke, dear readers, your heroine has
i) been to the printer's, the post office and the coffee shop to collect, despatch and celebrate the departure of the Thesis That Ate My Life in the proper fashion
ii) continued to celebrate the departure of the Thesis That Ate My Life in the proper fashion with a party filled with food and laughing and chatter and kids running around jumping on the trampoline and playing with lego. Possibly a few sherbies were consumed by those of appropriate vintage. I admit nothing.
iii) changed none of her recent exercise habits.
More anon, bradypodidae!
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Today is a strange day. It's Melbourne Marathon day. Some of my friends are racing. It's a beautiful day for a hitout, not too warm but not blowing a gale and pouring like yesterday. They'll go well.
I'm going to finish my thesis today. Apart from some minor alterations when my supervisor sends it back on Wednesday, it will be done. It's only hours away (assuming I stop faffing around on the internet) but I cannot actually imagine it.
It's been a full year since I raced.
This is the first year since 2004 that I haven't been at Melbourne.
My appointment with the sports physician is on the 24th.
I don't know who reads this blog or what you do to have a big amazing life (Share! Share!), but if you ever get the idea that you might like to run in a race, then do it! Make it a big one. Be with other big dreamers. They're your people.
And if you think, one day I'd like to do a marathon, then go for it! Running up a marathon finishing chute is one of the best feelings in the world.
Dream big. Be amazing.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Since my thesis supervisor's response to my first draft changed from "just a few comments' to 'still a lot to do' It's due on Thursday aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! I have to say that I have found this surprisingly difficult to do.
Current mottoes, clung to like lifebuoys by a drowning person:
P's get degrees
Just keep writing, just keep writing
Only another week and then it's all over
and of course
You know what though? I'll be ok whatever happens. I know where my towel is.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
This post was so whiny and filled with self-pity and woe-is-me that I have deleted it. Except for the shoes
Oh look! Shoes!
Monday, October 08, 2012
...your physio say the specialists at Olympic Park sports medicine have access to the best orthopaedic surgeons......
Saturday, October 06, 2012
please please please pleeeaasse stop kidding yourself. Things are not improving. They are getting worse and worse - every time you (ahem) 'run', even at that paltry level and for that paltry distance, the soreness and niggles are more intense and last for longer. You can feel it all the time now, even as you're sitting there writing. Walking is getting more painful. You need to admit that the experiment hasn't gone as you hoped. It's time to stop running, darl, right now, before things are even more buggered up. You gave it a good shot, and you were careful and patient. It should have worked and it might have worked but it's pretty clear now that it didn't. On Monday you need to ring the physio and ask for that referral.
It's not the end of the world though, mate. It sucks and I'm very scared and worried too, but we'll get through it, I know
PS I'm sure it will be ok. Eventually.
Did I tell you I was thinking of taking up cross-stitch?
Friday, October 05, 2012
Since last we spoke, dear readers, I have been Out For A Run four times. What? you gasp, Why weren't we told? Why were there no fanfares and fireworks?
Well the thing is this: there are two things actually, don't confuse me. Thing 1: by (ahem) 'Run' I mean walk 50 steps run 20 steps for not more than 15 minutes. Try that for a while, if you want to DO YOUR HEAD IN.
But LBTEPA, you soothe (aren't you nice?) you've had a long lay-off. You have to start small. Be patient. From little things big things grow etc etc etc.. And haven't you been outside? In the sunshine and the fresh air? How nice is that? This is true, my friends. You are right, as always (you're great!). Being outside is one big happy bundle of Hello There Good Things I've Missed You!
But onto Thing 2, as we must. My physio has laid it down that this slow cautious teeny tiny very patient and disciplined program is to See What Happens. It's been more than five months since the Great Prawn Disaster; if my ankle can't tolerate slow cautious teeny tiny etc etc (ahem) 'running' without pain, then it's off to the Specialists in the Big Smoke becuase she has got nuffin' left. Nuffin. It's not going well right now. My ankle is sore and niggly all the time. A tip for the more anxious among my five faithful readers: don't g00g1e 'persistent ankle pain post chip fracture'. Just don't.
But LBTEPA is doggedly remaining in the Too Early To Tell Zone. I can Not Know Yet and be ok with that. I have to. Worrying and worrying is doing my head in and there are loads of other things queueing to do that.
In other news, I have just made the final couple of weeks of the Thesis That Ate My Brain insanely more difficult. Through sheer stupidity. No one to blame but me. You see, I sent the first draft off to my supervisor and waited until yesterday (the agreed date) for her reply... which was, hi could you send me the first draft please as we have only 2 weeks until it's due
It was in the draft folder. I'd pressed save instead of send. Now I'll have six days instead of 13 to fix it and get it bound and sent off. Thinking about it makes me feel sick.
This morning blogger ate the hilarious and pithy post I was writing this morning as a treat insted of folding the washing and I bawled my eyes out.
I just want to cry and cry and eat and eat all the time but a) I have to go to work and b) I've already gained so much weight that it's interfering with my rehab (my physio said) and my pretty summer clothes don't fit and I don't need another dunk in the look-what-you've-done-you-have-no-self-control-you-loser barrel. Not today anyway.
It's hard to blog at the moment becuase the inside of my head is such a mess. Here's a photo of an elephant instead