Good Shiz/Bad Shiz

I am busier than shizzle right now... so here's a quick little update, with the good, the bad, and the ugly. 

Also, so that you know...I'm writing as fast as I can, so this post will be deplete of my usual attention to transitions and other clever maneuvers that at least make it appear that my stream of conscious ramblings are somehow a coherent idea.

I've got no time for such efforts today.

The Good Shiz
I RAN YESTERDAY!!!!!!!! (well, kinda-in-a-way-sorta-running). The PT recommended that I wait to start running at least a week...then to start slow by walking 10 minutes, jog (WTF is a jog?) 10 minutes, walk 10 minutes. So that's what I did on the dreadmill. While I believe that running on the dreadmill is pretty boring, walking on the day-um thing...beyond boring. But I endured, in the name of recovery. I'm supposed to run only three times a week, and every time I run, I can up the time by 2 minutes 12/12/12, 14/14/14, 16/16/16...you get it. 

When I get to 20/20/20, I can start decreasing the walk time and increasing the run time to 18/24/18, 16/28/16, 14/32/14, and so on until I am up to an hour of continuous running. 

At that rate it'll be about a month until I'm back at it with the track club.

So HOORAY. I RAN!!!!!! No pain in the hip before, during, or (maybe most importantly) after the run (do you think I could use a few more ellipses or parenthesis in this blessed post?). I swear, I walked around like a giddy kid for the rest of the evening.

The Bad Shiz - Part I
Maybe as a result of the Carlsbad 1/2, or of favoring my right leg these past weeks, or non-activity, or who knows what...I've got some relatively painful Plantar Fasciitis action going in my right foot now! GAH! 

Sweet Geez-US it hurts. Clarence dealt with this last year and it caused her to stop running, which of course freaks me out a great deal. As if the hip issue weren't enough. To tell you the truth, the foot pain trumps the hip pain by a long shot. It hurts so bad today that between every class I've been hobbling back to my office to put my foot on the bag of peas I have stored in my mini-fridge...which gives me some relief...now I've got to trek about 1/2 mile to my car...GAH!

So, while the run last night caused me no pain in my left hip, my right foot is ON FIRE right now.

What is it that is causing me to just fall apart (sob, sob, sob)...

The BS - Part II
So...mom had her surgery on Monday (another reason why I'm not stalking you all as I usually do) and the surgeon removed part of her lung. I wasn't there for it, but my two sisters were. I feel beyond guilty about this, but the rational part of me says that it is the right decision to go to Vegas this coming weekend and hang out with mom and dad then, rather than be one more person sitting around waiting for my mom to come out of surgery. My sisters did an excellent job of keeping me in the loop. But I still feel bad about not being there. I'm flying to Vegas tomorrow, after my last class ends.

Oh...and since I should be more focused on my mom, and not me and my guilt, I should include that mom came through the surgery very nicely. That being said, it appears that removing part of a lung is the easy part. Breathing again afterward is a much more difficult task. But she's a trooper and I know she's going to be OK. Again, I am glad I decided to go there this weekend. My goal is (of course) to provide comic relief and some encouragement to both the 'rents.

The Ugggg - LEEEE
I have some other bee-otching and moaning I could do about how busy I am at school and about how I have these two or three other projects that I work on and how when other people who also work on these projects were having babies or dealing with sick relatives, that I was there for them, and I picked up the slack, and took care of tasks when I knew they didn't have the time, or even the inclination to take care of them, cuz that's just how I roll...I try to take care of things, and of people, and how it would be REALLY NICE if that sort of attitude were turned in my direction right now.  But apparently, I don't work with people who think that way. (sigh)

So I've got to go now and take care of some more shiz, because even though I won't be around this weekend, apparently I am still the only one who can order AV equipment for a teacher workshop...or print up certificates of completion, or deliver materials.

Yeah...I know that last part didn't make much sense AT ALL, but it made me feel better to vent a little...thanks, as always for letting me vent.

Now, if only I could walk...What's the best cure for PF? I've been icing and massaging and stretching it like a mad-woman (not to the point of bruising, I promise)