1. Shit never ends. My knees are in solid shape, but my left peroneal tendons are acting up (cue pre-Boston injury) and I’m having some pain in my right foot that is horribly similar to what plantar fasciitis is supposed to feel like. I’m nipping this in the bud quickly though — the pain started on Tuesday, I went to PT a few hours later, and I’ve added more balancing/strengthening/stretching/icing to my daily routine. I discovered that I underpronate ever so slightly with my right foot, evidenced by the wear on my shoe, and now I’m hyperaware of my foot strike. I’m also the girl who walks to work in her running shoes and spends a good portion of the day rolling bare feet over a frozen water bottle. Sadly, I think my orange Newtons are being rotated into retirement as a result of all this. Good thing the 2012 model is an even better shade of awesome!
I can run through the tendonitis in my knees and calves, no problem. It’s annoying but not game-ending. I cannot run through plantar fascia issues. It’s too effing painful and can only get better with rest. So all I can do is take it one day at a time — and keep on keeping on.
2. I very much appreciate having free access to an awesome pool (well, not totally free, my ridiculously high taxes fund the place), but geez do I dislike the people who work there. The city government, and therefore Wilson, is understaffed, I get it. But is it impossible to find employees who are polite or competent or — gasp — both? Even setting aside the lane line disaster and the fact that the lifeguards never police the unsupervised children playing in the aqua jog lane, no one there has a clue, and they aren’t willing to be flexible or help you out.
Take yesterday morning, for example. The pool was set up for 25 yards — which is why I swim M/W mornings — but whoever does the lane changes sucks at tightening the lines. Inevitably, they snake all over the pool so you run into them in the middle of a set if someone in the next lane is super splashy. This in itself isn’t a problem, they’re easy to tighten. So before I jump in, I make sure to do just that. But when I went to do so, the lifeguard came rushing over and was like “I GOT IT.” So I was about to get going and let him take care of it but then noticed that he was loosening it. I said as much, and he snapped back at me not to tell him how to do his job. So we went back and forth a few about how it was unnecessary for him to raise his voice and for me to question his skills, which basically ended in a four letter word and me jumping in the water with a huge splash. File this under: unless you have had your coffee and I’ve at least started my workout, we probably shouldn’t be speaking.
Anyway, I’ll give the guy credit for coming back over during a break in my sets and apologizing for yelling at me. What I didn’t realize was that he was loosening the lane line to move it over to a different hook, therefore actually widening my lane. If he’d said as much, that would have been the end of it, especially because it wasn’t (entirely) my intention to accuse him of not being able to do his job. The upside? Now Larry the Lifeguard and I are besties.
3. In better news: GO TO HELL CAROLINA GO TO HELL.
BOOM. Victory never tasted so sweet.