With my neck muscles still sore from the most violent vomiting I've ever had (you're welcome for that visual), I rocked out a mile at a blistering 9:30 min/mile pace. It was glorious.
|This picture is totally not from today, but I wanted to convey my triumph|
without photo proof that I haven't showered today. Or brushed my hair. Oops.
It was the first full mile I've run since August 13th. And it feels good.
On Monday I have an appointment with some dude to do a gait analysis.
The problem is that I was so pissed at my doctor's office last time I talked to them that I didn't even pay attention to what the dude's name is, exactly where his office is, or even what his specialty is. Is he a physical therapist? A sports medicine doc? A gigolo? I have no idea.
My appointment is at 7:00am, so I'll be wandering around the hospital bright and early knocking on doors and tugging on candy stripers' aprons hoping someone can help me find my appointment.
I am very excited to get an evaluation and start to address some of the bio-mechanical issues behind the stress fracture so I never, ever have to go through this junk again.
I also have some exciting news about something I may dive into... I'll be posting about it starting Monday!
Hope you all have a fantastic weekend!