I wrote this entry on Tuesday 27th. and published it before I left for work. It went missing for a few days, I have no idea where it went, but it's back, three days later.
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Last Tuesday I had a 90 minute massage at Boston Bodyworker. The massage was extremely relaxing and Bob, the therapist was tentative. We had a brief discussion about a specific area I wanted him to work on. I told him I would like to get back to my usual 25-30 miles a week run.
Hoping for a miracle and ignoring the fact that ever day I've been blessed with miracle when I open my eyes I could feel my toes wiggle under the duvet, I could hear the wind whisper between the leaves, I could taste a bitter sweet of fresh brew Kenya coffee, the next day, five minutes after four I was already out of the door of my office. After 3 miles running on the beach,I felt a slight pain on the same spot I had before on my right knee. I wanted to continue to run but I knew it was a foolish thing to do. I knew I was being irrational because I was looking for an instant result. And I've always told the clients either in one on one sessions or group sessions:
There is no such thing as an instant result in a recovery, but you can get Ramen Instant Noodles.
And there I was acting like an idiot expecting an instant result.
I walked the next three miles to make it 6 miles.
Before I went to bed, I spent an extra fifteen minutes working on trigger points.
I think I've developed a better sense of identifying some trigger points. Thanks to Dale.
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On Friday I stopped at four miles even the twitch didn't show up. I remember what Dale told me: Baby my legs.
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Sunday morning, May 25th., I opened my eyes with a funny feeling. Why were my feet cold and not the rest of my body? Then I noticed both of my feet were sticking out under the quilt. It was 5:20. The sun generously spilled its light and warm into my bedroom.
20 minutes later I stepped outside ready to dip into something I haven't done for a long time since I left high school.
The spikes in my short pocket made a click clack sound as I jogged to Saunders stadium. Within ten minutes I was on the red track inserting the spikes with a wrench.
After a warm up I started to run on the inner lane and gradually moved out to seventh lane. I also made an effort to focus on my two in and one out breathing (Inhale, Inhale, Exhale). On the second lap I sprinted for 50 meter and switched the speed and another dash for 50 meter before I entered into the third lap.
By this time I could feel my heart pumping the blood faster into my head. I slowed down the speed and switched to three in and two out breathing. When I entered the fourth lap, all I could hear was my foot landed on the red turf one after another and my heart line up in sync with my steps. It helped me a lot to move forward without worrying about my knee when I stayed focus on my breathing. I switched from 3in2out to 4in3out, breathing deeply to my belly.
When I completed the eight lap (two miles) I realized how much I missed running on the track. The joy that I experienced that morning overwhelmed me. I almost break into tears as I highfived with myself. I removed the spikes, put them in a small pouch along with a wrench, and put them in my pocket. I crossed a little league baseball field, crossed the street and headed to the beach. I ran on the beach and all the way to Castle Island and back to where I started one hour later. I ran six mile without a twitch on my right knee.
I'm grateful.
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