I found this quote on The Barb Wire (may I just say that this woman leads the life I think I might have led if I had gone down a slightly different path). It helps my ego a bit. Ha. But it is true. When you first learn to ride you sometimes just slide off the side. You get to a certain point when you only hit the ground after some sort of "incident."
A quick update on the status of my catapulted body: I am happy to say that I can run with no aches or pains from my back. I took a misstep off a sidewalk the other day which torqued my back and caused me some trouble for a few strides, but otherwise I don't notice anything in that department while running.
Sadly, my body is far from 100%.
Extremes in the range of motion (bending downward and standing up very straight) causes me discomfort. My neck was relatively pain free after the accident and now it aches when I turn my head or tilt my head backwards. The night I fell off, my ribs ached when I tried to take a deep breath. This disappeared the first couple of days, but is back with a mean vengeance now. I can't pinpoint it to one rib so I don't think I cracked anything. It is more a general displeasure from my entire upper torso. I notice it the most when I stop running at a stoplight and I'm breathing heavily. But I also have a general discomfort in my torso with certain movements and I sometimes for no apparent reason get a sharp pain.
I have no idea if these two things are related, but my running has been pretty hit or miss the last couple of weeks. There are days I feel pretty good and days I can barely get through a mile without a walk break. And these two types of runs seem to flip flop, one after the other.
I haven't been doing any speed work and have just been trying to get the miles completed. I have a marathon next weekend and I am not looking forward to it. During my run this morning I contemplated downgrading to the half. If the race falls on a bad day, it is going to be a looong time out there and I'd rather not right now. Even if it is a good day, I am sorely under trained for this race and it is still going to be a slog. Boyfriend reminded me I did the inaugural event last year and the idea of maybe doing a streak of this event is probably the only thing keeping me from doing the half instead.
To answer a question from Mario's birthday (Thanks so much for the birthday wishes!!): Mario does not like to be held, but he tolerates it patiently. He'll cooperate while you've got a hold of him, but once you set him down he gives you a few foot flicks to let you know that was NOT cool. So I generally do not pick him up except for the occasional photo-op.
In completely unrelated news, my aunt sent me this photo:
It is the Year of the Rabbit display at the Bellagio in Las Vegas. That is one giant bunny!