Last night I couldn't bear to look at Molly's face anymore, begging for a run, and my knee felt better so we went. It started out ok, but as it went on and on it hurt more and more, and I got super frustrated. Why does this always happen to me?? I always get really motivated to work out, and then I hurt myself somehow, and by the time I'm healed I no longer want to do anything. Its a vicious cycle. Right now, I am really motivated to run. It was starting to be something I looked forward to doing, but even if I had to drag myself out there, the feeling after I accomplished the 2.6 miles was a high. I don't know what to do, I don't know how to fix it other than icing it and taking ibuprofen. I mean, I am walking/running 2.5 miles. I did not go into this thinking I was in amazing shape and could take on a 10 mile sprint. I don't think I overdid it at all, and yet still, here it is, sharp pains and acting like a total baby.
Look right-knee. It's time to man the fuck up. I'm tired of all this complaining and your attitude. Get better, and do it quick. I don't have time for this shit, and I am on my last nerve with you. I know you don't like running. My whole body has never liked running, not ever in 26 years. But to he honest, I never expected this reaction out of you. Ankles? They are a different story, soccer really hurt their feelings and they never quite got over that. But you knee? Are you serious? Are ankles passing around a petition? Because I cannot have that. Don't think for a second that none of you are irreplaceable. They make plastic that will function and not hurt me, so keep it up knee, and you won't live in this body as long as I do. I promise to get you new shoes soon, but I don't have the money right now and I don't think its fair that you are rebelling because I can't afford fancy gifts. If you are a gold-digger, you came to the wrong person. I need to get in shape now. Hold out for another month, and I will get shoes that both you and ankles will enjoy. So all three of you... grin, bear it, and get it done.
Molly and I also got into a fight last night. We take a route that goes over a bridge, and there is a 4 foot wide sidewalk with the road on one side, and a chainlink fence on the other to prevent people from falling about 30-40 feet to the ground below. Needless to say, there is not a lot of room to go if something happens. Every time we cross this bridge, I pray that there is not another person also crossing the bridge at the same time. Or that, if there is, that they don't have a dog. Because Molly hates dogs, and takes it upon herself to try to kill each one she sees, and 4 feet is not a lot of room for controlling her without being taken out by a tractor trailer. Do you see where this is going? Yes. Last night was the night that another dog owner and his dog dared to cross the bridge at the same time as us. I saw them before Molly did, so I pressed her up against the fence and grabbed ahold of her harness, and yelled a warning to the man with the now super scared dog that Molly is not friendly towards other dogs. Then she saw the dog... and in the words of Ceasar Milan, she entered the Red Zone. Its a good thing I saw them first and was able to get a good grip on her because like I said, there is not a lot of room for error here. I was holding with both hands and pressing her up against the fence, she was doing the best she could to get free, and the man and his coward dog walked by as fast as possible. I felt bad, because he had to go into the road for a second, but there were no cars at that moment so he was safe. Safer than getting his dog closer to Molly anyway. After they were gone and still safe and sound, Molly got chewed out. Bad. She was in trouble for the rest of the night.
All in all, I did not feel good about myself when I got back last night. I was mad that my knee hurt, (pretty brutally at that point may I add..) and I was mad at Molly, and I didn't feel that I had gotten a good enough workout in. Tomorrow, I am going to go to the gym and try the elliptical and talk to a trainer about what workouts to do that won't kill my knee altogether. I quit, yes, but you have to give 30 days notice and therefore I have 30 days to be able to go. I also bought Jillian Michael's DVD, No More Trouble Zones. I can't do this yet because there are a lot of squats and lunges involved, but when I can, I'm scared and excited at the same time. Scared because she is scary and slightly annoying, and excited because I heard her DVD's really work. Let's go knee. Get it together. See what you are holding me back from?!?
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Warning: Adult Language. Not Suitable For Children.
Posted by Rachel at 8:09 AM
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Oh my.. your poor thing. I'm sorry about your knee and of course your little kiddo/puppy who needed a spanking. Don't be too hard on yourself. It happens. Don't forget something very important...you're gonna have that body your whole life. Love that knee and be patient with it even though its hard sometimes since it's not cooperating like you would want it to. Do some Winsor Pilates. It'll kick your butt! *hugs*
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