May 30th, 2010



I regard that subject as reminiscent of the interstitials in The Shining:
"W E D N E S D A Y"
<insert ominous mental crash>.


So last year, back when I was losing all ridiculous amounts of weight, I started—with an eye toward the facilitation of same—running again, something I hadn't done seriously for quite a few years. nickate had previously suggested doing a half-marathon, an idea that I could never quite shake, and it seemed an excellent one finally to pursue.

Beginning to train, I quickly discovered that being 125 lbs ligher made it a whole hell of a lot easier to run long distances (hunh. Who woulda' thought?) and I shortly discarded the idea of doing a half-marathon ("sheee-it; I can do that in my sleep!") in favour of that of going the full distance.

Thus it was that as long ago as last October, I signed up to run the Calgary marathon. Which is occurring, well, later this (Sunday) morning!

And for the last 7 months, with only a few minor hiccups, I have been training regularly. Training going reasonably good. As of the beginning of May, my practice runs were up to about the 35km mark (A marathon being 42.2). Some mixed feelings about that: my goal being to complete in under 4 hours, I would have liked to have been able to hit 40km by this point (adrenaline on the day itself being sufficient to boost me to the needed distance), but not too horrible.

Then, the other week: catastrophe!!

While out training (when I shouldn't have been, but that's another story), I tripped, stumbled, stepped on a kerb awkwardly, and twisted my knee.

Right now I can't run. At all, really. I could probably run 100m right now. Maybe 200m. If there were a large angry dog behind me. With rabies. And I didn't care about doing lasting damage to my knee.

Yeah. Sigh. That marathon in a few hours? Not happening. V. frustrated. And disappointed. And (more than a little) embarrassed. I've been talking this up so much to the people around here lately. And now whenever anyone asks, I can but stare at the ground, shift my toes around, and sheepishy mumble: "not gonna do it."

I mean, there will be other marathons. And I will find one of them in which to run. But this was going to be a little special for me, seeing as how it is almost precisely a year since I started losing weight and all.


So yeah.

Now since I'm not running, I need to find some other form of exercise to help keep myself in shape.

Luckily, it turns out that I can still bike fine. Uses different muscles, I guess. I can feel a tiny tiny twinge when I've been biking for a couple of hours, but nothing more than that. It actually hurts quite a bit less to bike right now than it does to walk. Or climb stairs (actually, going up and down stairs is the worst – it's about on par with running).

Thus, last Sunday, I went on a sightseeing trip out to the town/bedroom community of Okotoks. 'Cuz I'd never been. So, yeah: why not?

It was about 140km round trip. Collapse )

"You may have your eye on us now, human, but you can't stay vigilant for ever. You will have to sleep some time, and when you do, we will be waiting."