False Start...Back to Square One and Hit Me With Your Best Shot.

My first run since "The Stress Fracture Incident" (I thought if I called it something official, I might feel better about it) was two Saturdays ago.  My runs/workouts have gone like this since that point:

Saturday 7/9: *First run* 3.4 miles outside, 9:18 pace (stupid, stupid, stupid)

Sunday 7/10: Hot Yoga, 1.5 hours (awesome, awesome, awesome)

Tuesday 7/12: 4.5 miles on the treadmill, first and last 5 minutes walking for "warm-up" and "cool-down" (as you'll note, each run getting progressively stupider) *Felt a slight twinge in what I would've characterized as my tibia, in the same spot that hurt before.  Did I stop?  No.* (SUPER STUPID)

Thursday 7/14: 45 minutes on the elliptical at level 5, 4.36 miles (I knew by now that things were starting to go downhill, so I thought if I eased off a bit and did this instead of running I might be able to save myself.  A weak attempt at easing off, to say the least.)

Sunday 7/17: Hot Yoga, 1.5 hours (again, awesome)

Tuesday 7/19: 3.4 miles outside, 9:05 pace (do I have to even say it?)

Today 7/21: 3.0 miles outside, 9:03 pace (*sigh*) *My tibia hurt slightly at the beginning of this run, better during the rest of the run, but ached noticeably after I got home.*

It's plain to see where things went wrong here.  RIGHT IN THE VERY BEGINNING.  I believe I may have posted something about how I "learned my lesson" on this injury thing, wherein I wrote this really "thoughtful" list of things I was going to do with this new beginning...it might have even involved me laughing soulfully in a field of wildflowers or something dramatic like that...  The first thing on that list was, and I quote:

"I will start back slowly (as much as it is going to KILL me).  I'm just going to have to force this on myself."


Man, what a crock of sh*t!  Who writes this stuff??  Obviously, it couldn't be me...


So, I won't drag this out any longer.  My leg was either a) not ready to run yet or b) not ready to be pounded on in the less-than-gradual manner that I chose. (Or both??)  Now, the same pain is back.  It's not as bad, but it can't be ignored.  I told my husband that my thinking was that I would run on it like I wanted to and either hope I got lucky and things turned out well, or get unlucky, have things turn out less-than-well and realize that this gradual thing is actually a necessity.  Unlucky it is.  Water jogging here I come.


And, on to other things...It's time for

EatPrayRunLisa

Thank you (I think) 50 after 40 Jim and Fast Cory for suggesting that I take part in this little exercise that seems to be all the rage these days in blogland.  So, you all know the deal by now.  You ask me anything you want, and I will try to answer your questions as honestly as I can (some names may have to be changed to protect the innocent, but I'll do what I can).  Now, I've never received more than 16 comments on any one post, so I'm figuring I won't get very many questions.  So, for those of you who do leave me a question, make it GOOD!  Hit me with your best shot!