I thought I should get a post out before April came along so here goes…
My heel spur, now named Wolverine, is very angry. To refresh your memory, in my last post here, I decided to name my heel spur and landed on Wolverine as that reminds me of Hugh Jackman, and I wouldn’t mind hanging out with Hugh.
Anyhoo, that bony little hook must be made of Adamantium, just like Wolverine’s claws, as it feels pretty indestructible and sort of like a hot, searing, sharp spike trying to cut through the flesh of my heel. Yes folks, it really feels like that. Not the most useful spot to have a steel spike even if you are a superhero.
While I’m on the whiny wagon, I may as well continue feeling sorry for myself as this little Adamantium claw in my heel means I will not be running my first planned half marathon on May 1. There’s 80 bucks I wont be getting back, but I will be saving hundreds of dollars on hotel and flight expenses, I guess there’s always an upside.
Because of Wolverine’s angry return, the bike trainer has been seeing a significant increase in use which means I get to watch a bit more television than usual – that could also be considered an upside. Kobi sometimes sleeps while I ride, but more often she just barks to go outside and then barks to come back inside about every 3 minutes. It’s her way of getting back at me for not being able to take her for a nice long 1.5 hour jaunt through the woods.
In other news, I am at least able to walk Kobi and she is tolerating my slower speed, but not so much the reduced distance. I can also cross-country ski. We had a little warm snap which turned the ski trails to ice, but then it snowed again so the ice is now covered by a deceptive little layer of snow that has hidden the danger beneath, but ignorance is bliss. Did I mention that I am not keen on breaking a hip? It’s one of my many fears, you know, along with my irrational fear of vampires, dinosaurs, and yeti.
Well, enough about me. Hope you’re all having a lovely spring.
What’s your go-to exercise when you can’t run? Favorite television show that you hardly get to watch? What’s scarier, vampires or a yeti?