These two crummy legs on which I sail through this city have been through a lot in such a short amount of time, and it is only evident that it has been the reason for my accidents. My practice has, for the most part, never been short-sighted. Failure, after failure, after failure, I have calculated every mile and pace as I re-enter the battle arena, and never do I intend to stop gathering the data that I, myself, create.
It has been about 4 weeks now since my last good voyage through the Katy. In my most latest assessment, my right knee hasn't been looking to return to normality, and that very phantasmic thought kills me. I am missing one of my favorite smackdowns of the year: Dash Down Greenville. It's an unfortunate event for me, but I guess this is an attack on my memory. Never should have I overestimated my abilities to take on some of the workouts that I gave myself. Those bits of information throughout my run should have never been ignored.
Today I swirled around the Katy trail for 2 measly miles. I'll take whatever though. My leg was in pain for the last half of the run, and doesn't seem to be getting much better.
Fuck me. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...10 days since my last run.
Last Tuesday, after a failed attempt to run at Germany Park, I went out to the dreadful Katy trail to do a 4 mile tempo. Perhaps I'm a bit harsh on Katy nowadays, but gah dangit, do I get tired of going up and down that trail sometimes. Then again, it's my own fault, because I don't go out towards the extra mile or so after the cross walk at the 2 mile mark. I just absolutely hate crossing that street because I never know if impatient-impulsive drivers are actually going to stop for pedestrians, but whatever. Everything was good during my usual 2 mile warm-up, no pain, nada, nothing. A bit fatigue, but that was felt all throughout for the past several runs. Around 1.7ish miles of the actual speed workout, that's when I actually started to feel a pain on my knee/IT band slowly start spreading like a frantic zombie virus. The first thing I thought to myself was no way! Not right now! I'm way too fucking far from home to walk from here.
But I did.
I walked all 2 miles back. Dreadful.
So here I am, hoping that tomorrow's day looks brighter for my damn leg. I should have NEVER done that stupid hill workout. In all honesty, I knew it was a bad idea, but there I was going up and down that hill like a trained mouse.
These days, empty of runs, has really brought me down from that freedom trip I've been riding. I just hope I can return when the good weather comes around. Running in the cold sucks. My days haven't been completely empty though. Oh no. I would never let that happen, but get this: I read Osamu Dazai's No Longer Human. This book, man, I have never felt my chest felt so full of blueness, but empty at the same time. This book might go in my forbidden shelf. In recent times, I've had to work on the realization of being injured, and the hole this book has shot through me. Painting and studying statistics/R have helped, but there's nothing else I'd rather be doing than running during my daily free time. Running is the treatment for this damn numbness.
