I got my x-ray results FINALLY. And they are good. I’m clear for take off. Yes I know that x-ray’s don’t often detect those nasty things-that-shall-not-be-named but it does give me some piece of mind. I’m also relieved because after having taken a full week off everything feels right as rain. Which, when you think of it, really makes no sense. (I just looked it up and apparently it rains a lot in Jolly Old England so rain is right there. I’m sure you all needed to know that. Just call me Cliff Clavin. Moving on.

As I begin to train, again, for the August 1/2 IM relay in September, I’ll have to take it slow. I really want to just run my face off but I truly want to be careful and not get injured. I’ve decided to attempt a run tomorrow and ride my bike on Sunday. Dolly, me love you long time.

I think I was a teensy paranoid due to the running injuries I’ve seen around me lately and of course Old Wonky. Member him? That bastard.

In addition, I’m such a total control freak that I needed answers immediately. This explains my zero to 4 million approach in to going to the doctor.

Doctor: Hi how are–


Ha ha. And since I’m being all disclosing and such I must admit that I was trying be all Joe Cool on the outside about it being a full blown injury-that-shall-not-be-named, I was really crying and whining like a baby inside. And maybe a little to close friends. And Lloyd. And random house plants.

It’s quite strange the whole not being able to run thing and how much we runners lose our shit about it. I tried to explain it to someone and they referenced the show My Strange Addiction*. W-T-F? It’s not like that at all. Jeez. We runners just like our run and that’s that. No bike ride or swim or elliptical is going to quite fit the bill. Thus, my insanely mad dash to the doctor.

This led me to question why we runners REALLY need and crave our run and the only thing I could come up with, at least for me, is that the run doesn’t require me to think too much. In that I mean while I’m running I can shut my brain off and just be. As you may have noticed in reading my posts I tend to analyze the crap out of stuff and I really enjoy turning off my brain during a run. I also enjoy talking with my running buds and looking at pretty colors. Heh.

I can’t do this on the bike or while I’m swimming. One, I’ll kill myself on the bike and two, I’ll drown. The biking and swimming are not body movements that we would do naturally and we have to think about what we’re doing, thus the brain can’t rest while the body works. Again, this is just my goofy speculation but there has to be other reasons.

What do you think? Why do we runners feel miserable when we can’t run?

I hope you all have great weekends and whether you are racing, running, or hanging in there through an injury – celebrate what you can do and enjoy the moments you have.