Health

Run update: Still no running, walking continues with occasional limping

This injury of the right leg is bizarre, puzzling and a tiny bit scary because it is bizarre and puzzling.

My last run was a little over two weeks ago, on May 15th. Since then I have continued my 5K walks during lunch (with one exception, on a rare soggy day) and have also walked about the same on the weekends. The pattern has typically been the same: a slower pace than before the leg was hurt, but varying from pretty close to normal to decidedly on the pokey side (though still a brisk pace for the average person).

The weird part is how the ankle is behaving. Sometimes in the morning or after sitting for an extended period, like in a meeting, it gets very stiff and sore, enough that I almost limp while walking on it. In the best case this will largely vanish after walking for just a few seconds at a normal pace. The worst case will see the pain/limping disappear after a few minutes, replaced by a general achiness.

The worst instance of the latter happened Friday at work after a one hour meeting. The ankle was astoundingly tender, I was hobbling about enough to draw concern from co-workers, then, while climbing the stairs to the second floor to check a lab, I found it hurting so much I had to stop walking and just hung on to the railing with both hands, afraid I might not be able to hold myself upright otherwise.

I checked the lab and by the time I came back down the stairs I was walking normally again, with no sign of a limp and no real pain. I even did a little jig to demonstrate to a co-worker how suddenly A-OK I was.

It is weird. I don’t understand it. But I know I don’t like it and each day it feels like I’m not getting any closer to a return to running. I may have to call in the experts. By which I mean go to the doctor.

Stupid leg.

I am a bit bummed out

Not because of my bum, but because of my right leg, which is not so much right as it is wrong.

At least I’m still getting some exercise with my daily walks at “a very brisk pace” as My Fitness Pal likes to describe them. I skipped Tuesday’s run and will skip tomorrow’s, too (Thursday). I may run Friday if the leg miraculously feels much better, but that seems quite unlikely.

At this point if someone offered me two choices:

A) $500,000 with no strings attached
B) healthy legs for the rest of my natural life

I would seriously consider option B. In fact, I would choose option B. $500,000 would buy a lot of ice cream to console myself with, but my waistline, general fitness and overall mental well-being would be better-served by legs that behaved themselves.

If option A was $1,000,000 I’d at least consider taking it and think about buying a bike. Bikes are good exercise, as long as you stay away from cars and large trucks that can knock you out of your shoes.

Mostly I am really anxious to get jogging again.

The Sunday no-run

After 40% hemming and 60% hawing I finally decided to not run today. After doing some thinking and various amounts of walking, my self-diagnosis is I’m bipolar. Just kidding.

I am reasonably confident that the right leg is sore due to muscles being stretched and not due to any kind of injury with the bone (a bone injury would be very bad). The reasons for thinking this are I can walk at a brisk pace despite the soreness and it does not get worse the farther I travel. It’s quite tolerable. Also, the pain seems to have diminished over the last day or so. I wouldn’t be comfortable running again just yet but I’m hoping the worst is over. I’ll see how the leg feels on Tuesday and if it doesn’t feel bad I may try a slower run on the river trail. I’m also fine with sitting out the full week. I’ll just do sit-ups or something (I won’t do sit-ups).

It still bugs me that I am pretty much injury-prone at this point. Was it the twenty years of not exercising at all? Is it because I mysteriously decided to stop stretching before and after running? Karma? Ancient curse? Klutz gene? I may never know. But I’ll work through it. My sexy* figure demands it.

 

* sexiness may be in the eye of the beholder

No run: The Walk

I was going to run tonight but then my leg exploded.

This is a slight exaggeration.

On Sunday’s run the muscle that went kablooey in my upper right leg last August started to ache a bit. Concerning, but yesterday (Monday) it felt a lot better so I was no longer as concerned and I planned to run on my normal schedule tonight.

Very early this morning the same muscle felt a little more sore instead of a little less sore, as expected. At first I shrugged it off as sleeping in a weird position and stretching it or something. The run was still on.

Just before getting up I stretched my legs, as one often does before rising. This resulted in a sensation in this upper right leg muscle that can be compared to (pick one or pick all):

  • 500 matches inside the muscle all being lit simultaneously
  • Satan suddenly possessing the muscle and attempting the Linda Blair head spin with it
  • a machine specifically designed to create pain suddenly teleporting into the muscle and activating

You get the idea.

I’m not sure how the simple act of stretching caused such an explosive burst of pain, but it did. I took two Alleve and tried resting (I passed on work since the incredible pain would probably prove distracting) but there was no position that went from “yes, this hurts” to “no, this doesn’t hurt” or even “yes, this still hurts but is tolerable.” So I got up and padded around, sat, had tea, got up, sat down again and so on. A few hours later the Alleve finally had some effect or the muscle relaxed sufficiently to become an ache.

It remains a dull ache tonight.

I decided a run would be unwise, plus it looked like rain, so I probably saved both my leg and my nipples*.

However, I felt a walk would be okay so I headed out and walked the river trail, touching the gate at the far end before returning. The weather was a light drizzle for about the first two-thirds. It changed to, well, steady rain for the last third, meaning I got drenched.

Still, it was nice to get out.

The Apple Watch proved flaky again, as it has before in inclement weather (or when I’m wearing a jacket, I’m not entirely sure what the trigger is). It tracked my run up to 7:20 p.m. then stopped on its own. I got inside at 7:24 p.m. so it didn’t miss much, but still, the only way to stop a fitness activity is to:

a) swipe through several screens until you get to the one where you tap the End button
b) force touch (press hard) on the activity screen until you get the same screen with the End button

Notice both of these require you to tap a specific, small button on a specific screen. There is, to my knowledge, no other way to make the app stop. And yet it did.

There’s a way to lock the screen. The next time I’m out and the weather turns bad I may try it to see if it prevents this from happening. I’d prefer it to just not happen, though. I don’t mind AI in the watch but I’d rather it not be rogue AI.

 

* don’t ask

I miss having a bike (a little)

As happens from time to time, I was thinking. In this instance I was thinking about how I used to have a bicycle and in a small way I yearn to have one again.

On the plus side, a bike lets you get exercise without beating up your shins and feet like running does.

On the negative side, bikes require a lot more maintenance than running shoes and despite being a lot larger, are more prone to being stolen (as my last bike–and several before it–was).

On the plus side again, you can cover a lot more ground on a bike, zipping and gliding along.

Negatively, you can crash at high speed or get hit by a bus. I hardly ever crash when jogging. It’s really only happened once (stupid dog).

On a bike you ought to wear a helmet and no one ever describes helmets as “hugely sexy-looking and comfortable.” I wear a jaunty cap when I run and it adds a dash of flair, unless it rains, then it looks like some limp white blob died on my head.

Mainly, though, if I got a bicycle, I’d become one of them–the people I loathe at Burnaby Lake. Which people? These people:

Cyclists gonna cycle
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Run with the noses

This most recent virus/hellcold has been especially annoying.

It first took hold a few weeks ago and I was suitably ill and knocked out of commission for a few days. Breathing became a chore rather than something that just kind of happens without a lot of thought needed. After a week or so I got better.

Then last weekend I started to feel the hellcold trying to get hold of me again. I firmly told it, “No, go and bother someone else, some jerk or something.” And it seemed to work, as the rest of the week I again returned to a state of normalcy.

Until today. It is now making attempt #3. The primary victim again is my nose, which ran like an Olympic marathoner on the commute home from work. This is not pretty when you have no tissue on your person. Tonight, anticipating another round of Nose Acts Like a Dam, I have taken a decongestant and am drinking some nice hot tea. I have approximately 50 hours of meetings tomorrow so I am hoping that my body will be generous and kick hellcold to the curb again. It has my blessing to do so for the remainder of the year, in fact.

Other than that, I was also tired and it rained. I will not be writing poetry about this day. Actually, I write terrible poetry, so it may be appropriate to do so. But I’m going to bed instead. I’ll dream of terrible poetry, where no one gets hurt by it.

How is the new new new diet going? (January 2016 edition)

Let’s take a look at my progress in getting back to my running form in 2016 by checking in on what my weight was like on January 1st and how it ended up on January 31st.

January 1: 169.5 pounds
January 31: 170.1 pounds

I have gained 0.6 pounds.

On the positive side, the weight gain is fairly trivial and could easily be attributed to something like water weight, a rounding error, etc.

On the less-positive side, it’s still up instead of down. Weight loss kind of requires the numbers to get smaller, not larger.

I shall renew my no-snacks pledge for February.

Sick: Groundhog Day edition

You may remember I spent several days kvetching recently about a cold/virus that resulted in me missing a couple of days of work and spending half the weekend feeling the same level of ambition as a rock.

Yesterday that same cold/virus came back.

It seems to be doing more of a slow burn this time, so while I feel generally unwell I am still at least somewhat functional. The other good news (?) is I still have a store of medicine to dip into, as I did not exhaust the supply I had procured a few weeks back.

Still, this is annoying. January has kind of sucked. Good riddance to it, I say. Stupid month.

 

There’s something new under my feet

On Thursday I picked up my custom-made orthotics devices from Kintec to deal with the problem of my left foot. I’ve gone on about that pesky appendage before so the short version is this: the pad where the toes connect to the rest of the foot becomes sore after I’ve been walking or running for a varying period of time. That time depends on factors ranging from the softness of the surface I’m walking/running on, to the type of footwear to, possibly, the alignment of the planets or something because it can be a tad unpredictable at times.

My doctor and others recommended getting an orthotic so I booked an appointment, had my feet molded in foam (the pedorthist said I had the most relaxed feet she’d seen when making the mold) and on Thursday had the orthotics trimmed to fit nicely inside my normal walking shoes.

I was also handed a pamphlet on how to break in the orthotic. It’s intended that you wear them an increasing amount per day for two to three weeks and only use them when running after you’ve fully acclimated to wearing them in regular shoes. If they cause the feet to hurt, you’re supposed to remove them until the pain goes away.

When I tried them on at Kintec I did not feel any immediate bolts of pain, nor lose my balance and start knocking over displays. Pluses, both.

The next day I wore them all day just like I’m not supposed to do. But in my defense, they didn’t hurt at all. It was unexpectedly pleasant. The left foot did start to hurt a bit when I was sitting on a train riding the Expo Line home. It seemed strange that sitting made the foot hurt. The nominal pain went away shortly after getting home.

Here’s to the orthotic making complaints about that stupid foot a thing of the past. I don’t expect miracles but some improvement would be spiffy.

Sick of talking about being sick? Nope!

Today I returned to work, though it’s safe to say that I am not exactly 100% yet. I felt like I was spreading my illness every time I touched something. And really, I probably was. Apologies to everyone I may have gotten sick through all of my egregious touching. That sounds dirty and in the germ sense it totally is.

Last night I opted to forgo another ftom-behind-the-counter decongestant tablet in favor of the more all-encompassing solution of Nyquil Complete. Unfortunately the decongestant part kind of stopped working around 3 a.m. This meant about three hours of mostly not sleeping, combined with more mouth breathing and yucky dry mouth. I had the foresight to go to bed extra early so it could have been worse.

The day was characterized by intermittent coughing, general tiredness and everything continuing to taste like cardboard.

On a scale of one to ten coughed-up lungs, I rate today six coughed-up lungs. It could have been worse but boy howdy, it could have been better, too.

I promise the next blog post will not be about my sinuses, mouth or any other part of my body or its current condition.

Day 3 of The Best (Worst) Head Cold Ever

Last night started with me experiencing the chills, not out of fright, but due to my stupid cold/flu/germs from outer space/whatever it is. That didn’t last, though, as by midway through the night I was hot and sweaty instead. Oh, and my nose was so stuffed up I couldn’t breathe. Or sleep. Not sleeping when sick is not a good way to speed recovery.

I managed to catch an hour or so of uninterrupted sleep around 7 a.m. when I finally dozed off, likely from exhaustion. When I awoke I discovered that I’d been breathing through my mouth (the only handy breathing orifice), said mouth was parched and my lips were almost chapped from. They still feel funny this evening.

I went to ye local drug store and got a not-over-the-counter decongestant. While it hasn’t completely unplugged my sinuses, it’s partially done so and more importantly, they are staying partially unplugged when I lay down, meaning I should be able to sleep tonight without being a mouth breather and get actual rest.

To balance this positive news, I am now coughing and sneezing a lot more.

I am not a fan of this head cold. No sir, not a fan at all.

This head cold of mine

This head cold I’m currently fighting is like what you get if you crossed a head cold with Africanized bees. I’m tired, I’m achy, my sinuses are so plugged up it’s like my nose went on vacation. If I get a little cold (ho ho) I start shivering as if I’m standing starkers on an ice floe.

And today it feels like it’s moving into my chest, so coughing and wheezing are what I can likely look forward to for the rest of the week.

I don’t like this. Please send a healthy body for me to occupy ASAP.