This is going to be a mildly random post, so just bear with me.
Last Friday, I went for my third run of the week. I ran about 2.25 miles on a decently hilly route at my normal slow pace, and all was well with the world.
Later that day, when I was tackling the first half of my closet cleaning, I somehow managed to kick myself in the calf, and it hurt. Not in a man-my-legs-are-strong way, but in a hmm-this-pain-is-way-too-familiar way. It hurt like my calves often hurt when I would rub them during my 10K training.
Naturally, I turned to Google.
Actually, I technically turned to Runner’s World. I then proceeded to self-diagnose my leg with a stress fracture.
Do I really have a stress fracture? Honestly, I don’t know. Some of my symptoms (location, in particular) match up more with shin splints. Other of my symptoms (tenderness upon touch, soreness that comes after exercise rather than before) match up more with a stress fracture.
It’s worth pointing out that my leg pain is not nearly as bad or long-lasting as it was when I was actually training for my 10K and running all. the. time. When I woke up on Saturday morning, my leg felt completely fine and has felt completely fine since then, which was not the case when my legs hurt during training.
Regardless of what’s going on with my legs, I decided to stop running for a little while again. I’m supposed to start training for my half marathon next Monday, and I’m supposed to have a base of being able to run 3-4 miles. Right now, that’s not reasonable, so I imagine I’ll be altering my training plan some to get me running slowly–probably some run/walking to begin with rather than just running. We’ll see how my legs feel after that on Monday, and then I’ll make my decision from there.
In the mean time, I was freaking out about how I would work out in a non-impact way since I don’t have a bike and I don’t have a gym membership. After deciding I might give yoga a go, I remembered that I do have a backyard, and that backyard has an open and swimmable pool in it.
I swam for exercise for the first time in over a month yesterday. There’s a pretty big difference between swimming in my pool and swimming in the pool at school–outdoor vs. indoor, unheated vs. heated, watery grave for all sorts of ugly bugs vs. clean–but I made it work, and it was a really nice change of pace.
On a completely unrelated note, I finished Mockingjay on Sunday.
Now, I’ve read a lot in my lifetime. I couldn’t possibly count the number of books I’ve read or had read to me, but I wouldn’t be surprised if my total is near or above 1,000 books over the past 21 years. In that time, exactly one book had made me cry:
Even then, Let’s Get Lost didn’t make me cry: the author’s note at the end of the book made me cry. I cry during movies, but I don’t cry during books. Ever.
I cried at the end of Mockingjay.
I didn’t really know why I was crying when it was happening. The ending was moving, but I was honestly pretty happy with how it ended (**SPOILER** although I’ve got to be honest, I had kind of stopped rooting for Peeta during Mockingjay. I mean, obviously what happened to him was not his fault, but if Suzanne Collins really wanted us to stay on Team Peeta, she either should’ve made Peeta a little more likable through the whole ordeal and a little less self-sacrificial, or she should’ve made Gale more obnoxious. By the end I was all right with Katniss ending up with Peeta, though I had really grown to like Gale and was bummed for him. But there was really no way to make everything work out perfectly, which is why I’m all right with how it ended. Also, I like unsatisfying, unhappy endings every now and again, and this was a nice mix between unsatisfying and happy **END SPOILER** The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I wasn’t crying because of what happened at the end: I cried because it ended.
Like I said, I’ve read a lot in my time. Never have I reacted to a book or series like I reacted to The Hunger Games. I mean, I bought the boxed set of all three hardcover novels, the movie soundtrack, and saw the movie all in the space of 10 days. For someone who never buys books, who certainly never buys hardcover books, and who has never even contemplated buying a boxed set, not to mention the movie soundtrack and going to see the movie, this is all sorts of uncharted territory for me.
I also have no idea what to read now. I’m tackling bits and pieces of my anthology of American short stories for a change of pace. Part of me wants to read more dystopian novels (because they are my favorite genre, after all), but another part of me wants to read something a little less gripping so I can actually, you know, sleep. Haha. We’ll see what I come up with!
Have you ever had a stress fracture or similar injury?
Thoughts on the end of The Hunger Games?