This is not the next installment of my "Truth about Nutrition, Exercise and Weight loss" series. I haven't forgotten. In fact, because so many of you were so eager, and because I feel it is important to get it right, I am actually writing the next installment offline, and will post it when I feel it is ready. So, I apologize for the delay, but it will be coming. Promise.
Even so, I wanted to give a little update on how my running is going. It isn't. One week ago today, I fell down the stairs in my house. It is a recurring problem for me, that navigating steps is difficult. I trip up on sidewalk curbs too. I suspect it is a depth perception thing, but I don't know. Now I live in a split-level house, which isn't as good as a bungalow for not having stairs, but better than a normal 2-story, and the tallest staircase is only a half staircase. So I was lucky and got pretty bruised and banged up, and strained my shoulder and something in my mid-back, but nothing really bad. Nothing broken, no need for medical intervention.... Although I do have visions, 40 years hence, of falling on stairs and breaking my hip at 75, and the presumably horrible consequences of such a fall at that age. Maybe I will find a way to avoid stairs altogether before then, since I suspect I am unusually vulnerable.
I tried rock-climbing the next day, and found I couldn't raise my arm up very well, so it was a pretty unsuccessful attempt. And after that, even going for a walk of part of my running route has left me gasping with unpleasant twinges when I lean the wrong way.
So I have been having a kind-of crappy time of it. I feel all un-moored without the structure of my workouts and running. Days drift by with little meaning or accomplishment. I tried to get right back on the horse, by going out climbing the next day, and going for a hike, but my body seemed to think that was much too soon. So now I am trying to be gentle and patient, and wondering if I am just lazy and unmotivated, and if I will ever run again. It all sounds so tragic and ridiculous, but that is my fear. That I will lose whatever determination I had that kept me running when it hurt, or had bad weather, or whatever. That I may even lace up and go out again today, or tomorrow, but that, having sat on my bum, "healing", this week, I will just taper off and quit before I get back into the swing and routine of it.
It's amazing how much I need the running now, after only 3 months. I got by for decades without it, and now a single week leaves me unable to sleep, riddled with guilt, and feeling like I am missing out on the blooming flowers and pride I got from running. I guess that bodes well for getting back into it. I hope so anyways.