Tricky, aren’t I? There are 2 ways to justify the fact that you’re reading a Wishful Wednesday post dated for Thursday. One is that I wrote this on Wednesday, technically, and so therefore I am still being wishful on the appropriate day. The other is that I completely lost track of time, as usual, and could really use another day in the week. Preferably on the weekend, though that wouldn’t really do anything for my efficiency – just my tanning and running schedule.
accidental purposeful decision to hold off on Wishful Wednesday for just one day was apparently fated, because my recap, 60 Minutes of Sweat: The Living Room Workout, was actually Freshly Pressed on WordPress (my second time being honored on their homepage, hoorah!) yesterday afternoon.
That said, welcome to all of you who have stumbled upon Will Run For Glitter, whether by choice or not. I hope you find my witless banter and general ranting entertaining enough to stick around a while.
And if not, well, smell ya later!
Now, on with being wishful.
Wish #1. I hope I never get that foot numbing pain I felt on Wednesday while running ever again. Ever.
So what was up with that? I woke up on Wednesday morning more excited to run than I have been in a while. After 3 days of trail running in Upstate New York, I took 2 days off – 1 to rest and another to strength train in my apartment – and so by Wednesday, I was ready to eat pavement for breakfast again. (To be followed by peanut butter and jelly on brown rice crackers, of course.)
Even more exciting was that Noah decided to run with me, which is perhaps more rare than being inaugurated into the Freshly Pressed family. I will say, it was awesome to have company on my first day running again back in Manhattan after 5 days off, and so thank you, Noah, for getting your non-morning-person self out of bed for little old moi.
About that foot thing though. I can only attribute the fact that I continually suffered from a completely numb foot during several points of the run to 3 things. If you have input, this is where I’d really appreciate it.
1. My body somehow got used to trail running during those 3 days upstate and were unhappy with the impact of pavement during my first morning back.
2. Do I need new sneakers already? Has it been 3 months or 300 miles? I really need to start keeping track of that. There go those cute sandals I wanted to buy; looks like Asics (and a pair of trail running shoes, hopefully) will be my only footwear purchases this month.
3. My calves are insanely tight again, which I’ve dealt with before. Tight calves, as I learned, often stem from tight other areas too – like the hamstrings and IT band and more, oh my! Whether or not my calves were the source, I’ll definitely be foam rolling tonight.
Wish #2. I hope to maintain a sense of gratitude for my capacity to run.
Not long ago, I brought up this idea of being grateful for every run I get. (What I actually said was that I would try not to take my runs for granted.) And I have to say, I feel as though I’ve done a good job with maintaining this optimistic yet not overly zealous attitude.
Despite my lingering foot pain on Wednesday, I somehow mustered the ability to be grateful. I didn’t want to take my first day back for granted because I so badly didn’t want to revert back to my runner’s slump.
The first time I stopped was after doing a full lap of the lower loop of Central Park. I told Noah in advance that I’d need to stretch, and thankfully, he was totally supportive. He even asked if I wanted to walk, but I have a strict no walking policy on morning runs; time is of the essence.
I figured that all I needed was a good calf stretch and we’d be on our way, but to my dismay, the tingling sensation stuck around. It was a lot harder than I thought to shake, and eventually, while we started running again at a slow and reasonable pace, I just accepted that the rest of my excursion would be somewhat sub-par.
Like coming to terms with the fact that you’re never going to be a basketball star in the WNBA (not that I’m sour, or anything), acceptance is the first step in moving on. I had about a mile or so to go until I was back home in my apartment, and so rather than wince and whine, I put a smile on my face and began to revel in the fact that I was incredibly uncomfortable.
And why not. The sun was miraculous and shining after 2 days of rain; the air was thick and moist, suggesting the onset of summer; and I was finally back in Central Park, my all-time favorite place in the world to run. Sure, my foot hurt like hell. And yes, I had to stop 2 more times to stretch in that short 1-mile path to my apartment. But as long as I was running, I wasn’t going to take it for granted. So I sure as heck didn’t.
Wish #3. I hope everyone has a marvelous, delicious, relaxing and RUNtastic Memorial Day weekend.
I actually forgot that Memorial Day was even upon us as of 2 weeks ago, so when I realized that I had a 3-day weekend to look forward to, you can bet your bottom dollar I was insanely excited.
Usually, I’d plan an awesome weekend, but with my recent busy schedule and obliviousness to national holidays, it seems that I’ve nothing on my plate. That leaves me with options though. Rather than traveling and sitting in traffic, I plan on spending the long weekend relaxing, catching up (on work, sleep, and everything in between), drinking delicious breakfast cocktails, and running my heart out – so long as my foot doesn’t act up. Essentially, I want to catch up on myself. I hope you’re granted the opportunity to do the same for yourself this weekend too.
- Pretend I’m your genie and GO! What are your wishes of the week?
- Any good Memorial Day plans to make me jealous of?
- If you have any information on why my foot went numb on Wednesday, I’m seriously open to advice. That’s the best part about this tightly knit running community; we’re so hell bent on avoiding paying physical therapists and overpriced physicians that we’ll share anything and everything we know. Do tell!