I wish I told you how ecstatic I was over my first ever mountain bike ride last Sunday where my Garmin got his first taste of a biking event and registered it at 40 min for 9km. Or, how my first Ashtanga yoga session last Wednesday completely blew me away and gave me a peek into the spiritual side of yoga which I am all too excited to explore. Or, how foolish I felt for thinking that the pool would be open yesterday, a holiday, so instead of doing 50-meter laps, I found myself swimming with my children complete with lifesavers and noodle floats at my in-laws little pool.
No, I couldn’t bring myself to tell you about last week’s little details because it had nothing to do with running. This is, after all, a running blog.
Truth be told, running and I haven’t been in good terms lately. I have been furious with him since the day I learned about the shin splints. I yelled at him from across the room (making sure my kids couldn’t hear) “After all that I’ve given to you—my heart and my soul—you give me runner’s knee and now this shin problem?! What kind of a person are you? Are you even human?!” To which, he replies “Of course, I’m inhuman. I’m a sport, dummy.” Such disrespect! I couldn’t take the cruelty so I packed my gym bags and took off. (Okay, now you know why this post is entitled LQ. Ang baduy ko, I know! This is what happens when I don’t run.) I haven’t seen him for a full two weeks—16 days, to be exact—since my last run. Despite therapy sessions, the lumps on my shins haven’t disappeared and continue to bother me at every step.
Since then, I have moved on. I’ve been getting my cardio workouts from the elliptical trainer at the gym, swimming, and biking. (Sadly though, none of these will ever compare to the workout that running gave me. I am still gaining weight despite all these other cardio activities…grrr.) I also have at least two sessions of either bikram yoga, ashtanga yoga (my new love), or yogilates each week.
When I recover from my shin splints (don’t ask me when because this is taking a lot longer than I expected), I’m sure I’ll be the one knocking on the door of running screaming “Let me in! You’ve been a jerk but I love you anyway!”
While I’m injured, please be patient with me as this “running blog” will feature posts that will discuss more of my cross training activities than actual running. If there’s one good thing that has come out of these injuries, it is that it’s pushing me to become a triathlete ahead of schedule!