Well, a month has passed and the bruise is history, but there is still a lump and this past week it started to cause me some shin pain when I ran. Super fun stuff. Instead of crying about it, though, I took it as an opportunity to:
1) Take the long weekend off while we visited the inlaws
2) Register for a half marathon before my goal half to make up the distance I'd lose this week (though something MAY be wrong with me there - I don't even think there's a medal <cough>medalwhore<cough>)
Instead...it was a weekend of rehab. I packed my roller. I packed my advil. I packed my swimsuit. and instead of fussing about a missed run, I did something strange. I enjoyed myself in the moment.
We dug in the garden
I brought home organic zucchini and kale...
We caught bugs
We hung out with lots of puppies
Even when this one...
Tried to take this one down...
(Yes - there was blood involved. No - it was not cool. I almost had to break out my suture skills. Thank goodness no kids were nearby...just a quest for alpha dog.)
We watched the wildlife
We celebrated and indulged
|Hubby is turning a bit older than 5 tomorrow...|
We went for a walk
We hung out in the hot tub...but I'm not posting THOSE pictures...your eyes will thank me...and it's worth mentioning that having the jets pulverize my calf was excellent therapy.
I even had a little help with the rehabing
And after a few days off, my calf is feeling...better. Better enough that I will chance a run on Wednesday. I have back to back 10k races on the weekend so I want to give it the best chance of healing.
One things for sure...this was one of the best family weekends I've had in awhile. As Doodle would say, we were "in the love" this weekend.