The forecast for this weekend looks luscious. I am accepting the splendor of a clear, blue sky with alacrity. I hope the radiant sun just pours over me until I overflow with a golden hue of spring. After the ten miles of last weekend, tomorrow's nine seems like a skip in the park! Well, okay, not that easy but if I pump myself up with blithe optimism then maybe the energy in my legs will come along to match.
Could it be time to pack up the winter sweaters? Are my fleece running pants ready to retire for another season? Ah, the sweet joy of shedding layers and frolicking in the bursting blooms of spring. It's almost as if there's a hum to the earth and she's knocking at our doors beckoning for us to come out and play.
Yesterday I went to a free evaluation at the Great Lakes Institute of Manual Therapy offered by Running Fit. My hip flexor is still bothering me. It's not so debilitating that I can't run but I don't enjoy the stiffness during the day or the lack of flexibility in that leg. I had a one-on-one inspection by a physical therapist. He poked, prodded, investigated and finally concluded that some area-specific stretches would serve me best. He also suggested heat for the area (as opposed to the ice that I was using) telling me ice is usally for a sore muscle and this seems to be a ligament. It's so hard to straighten all of this out. Oh well. The weather is lovely.
Always Marry An April Girl
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true --
I love April, I love you.
Ogden Nash
1 comment:
YAY keep it up Ali. I am with you every step of the way and remember when you hit that 13 mile mark think thank god I am not Jenny. UGH this is torture but great.
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