I’ve only run on the treadmill, so they’re still ok to return, not many miles on them, but I can’t bear the thought of returning them. I lurve them.
Yesterday I ran 5 mi total, 2.5 in old shoes, 2.5 in new shoes. This morning, I stepped down one step into my family room and felt a pain in my ankle. This isn’t the first time since the new shoes.
I’m wondering if it’s because they’re stability shoes and my ankle is angry about being stopped from going where it wants to go. I can relate to that. I’m wondering if it’s because of my age. I’m wondering if I’d be having this injury at any point in my life regardless of shoes because injuries just happen. But I’m not ready to call this an injury, yet.
How do I tame this ankle?
Most articles I’m reading suggest returning the shoes. Boo!
Some suggest breaking new ones in is a big deal.
I can’t give up on them yet. I’ll try more breaking in. As per the picture above, I’ll tend to the cranky, grousing ankle before it starts screaming, “Get off my lawn, you blasted kids!” Getting old stinks. Feeling: Crankle-y.
Sneezing, honking, tearing through Puffs like they’re soap bubbles … it’s a new year’s cold, everybody! This is putting a big wet Puffs blanket on my plans for getting started in 2015 like gangbusters. What do you do?
Happy to record that I met and slightly passed my running goal for 2014. The average pace and number of miles is not exactly staggering, so I’ll hide refrain from posting the numbers. Let’s just say the mileage is between 300 and 1,000. But I think I have a fairly challenging life regarding finding time for running. I’m either watching my grandgirl or helping my mom. Or doing the usual things like bathing and laundry, laundry and cooking, and laundry and laundry. Plus, I’m 52, so aches and pains are more prevalent now than 20 years ago. Despite eating pretty well and taking supplements, I have less energy. There is a difference between 32 and 52. And I just can’t run at night. Physically, it’s nearly impossible.
I didn’t meet my half-way mark at June 1, like I planned, so I used the second half of the year to play catch up. That was rough, too.
But I did it!
And maybe more important than the number is the fact that I set a goal and met it. I actually set a new year’s resolution on this date last year, and I kept it. So now I know what I can do. I know what is possible. I’m looking forward to attaining more goals in 2015, small and large, one literal and figurative step at a time.
Every day my granddaughter takes a nap, sometimes for 30 minutes, sometimes for 2 hours. I never know what to expect. Since she arrives in the mornings, it’s difficult for me to get a run in before she gets here. Thus, I’ve been striving for a nap time run for some weeks because I just can’t run in the evenings after she goes home. I think my perfect hour of running (I was going to say, “Hour of Power,” but that has been taken by a TV pulpit) is about 10:00am, which only happens on the days I don’t have her.
The problem is, her room is directly across from the exercise room, and the treadmill is noisy. OK, my footfall is noisy, too.
So once I rock her and lay her down, I haul an air purifier from the other end of the house that I use at night mainly for white noise. I crank that thing up just outside her door so that the air in her room doesn’t get dry.
Then I either turn on the TV, muted with closed captioning on, or I listen with buds to music. So all there is to hear is the hum of the purifier mingled with the whir of the treadmill. So far so good. Many times I’m able to get in 3 miles, so I can’t complain. Well, I can always complain about the Midwest winter weather, but that doesn’t count!
I’ve got a new design!
Still here! Still running. In fact, I’m closing in on a goal I set for myself in 2014: 500 miles. After announcing that, I immediately want to apologize for or rationalize this goal because it’s not much compared to others’. However, it has been a challenge for me in the context of my life, and I’m proud to say I’m going to make the goal (unless tragedy befalls in the next 3 days.) My first goal was 250 miles by June 1, which I failed to meet. So most of my mileage was made up after June. Today I am 11 miles away from my goal.
Underlying joy: *I GET NEW SHOES!*
We have re-purposed one bedroom as an exercise room, with an elliptical, treadmill, mat, weights and TV, so now I’m all set for the winter. I survived the holidays and kept running. No reindeer hoof prints on me.
Now I’m contemplating goals for 2015. I’m actually excited to set goals because now I know they’re attainable. I can do it!