On the Mend

I called the chiropractor yesterday and left a message. I called back a few times. No messages, it's just that sometimes I don't awlays get a return call. Yeah - I felt like was stalking her, but I really hurt.

This morning I called at 8:00 AM. The office manager called me back at 8:30. She said they were booked. The next appointment was Wednesday at 7:30 AM. I told her I couldn't wait and I would need to figure something out, because I couldn't go through the weekend. I could hear the phone ringing in the background and we said our good-byes.

Truth be told, I was thinking that the days until the Sarasota Half Marathon are few and I so need to be running.

Two minutes later the phone rang again. The 10:45 cancelled. Did I want the appointment. I was still in the car, unsure of what I had on my calendar, but it wouldn't have mattered. I was taking it!

It took a few tries, but the hip cracked. The doctor said she thought that she was going to have to jump on it from across the room - It was all jammed in there. Good God - the relief when it popped! Wow! She couldn't say for sure if it was from running or not. I think it may have been caused by the boots I wore on Tuesday. I'm going to throw them away.


(check out the random guy in the background)

The doctor asked if I was running Gasparilla. I told her I was out. I decided against it so I could spend some time working on Sarasota. She asked what my long run plan was for this weekend. I told her I was thinking between 12 and 15. She told me I needed to take it easy. I could run, but 12 -15 is probably not a good idea. Then add some ice, and Epsom Salt Bath and I am good to go...

I will reel myself in this weekend - it's still a little sore - take the bath, stay still long enough for the ice and I will run. Not as far as I want to go, but that's okay too.