musings of a gluten free runner

Wow, do I feel like such a slug. What are you supposed to do with a hairline fracture in your rib. I can’t run…right? My M-O this week has been to try to heal it as fast as possible. So common sense tells me that I shouldn’t allow myself to do anything that hurts it…. Uggg. but everything seems to hurt it! I have managed to get to the gym twice this week… once I spent 70 minutes on bikes. The sit back kind (recumbent) and the sit up kind (regular exercise bike). This was only mildly uncomfortable…. but I needed to sweat on Thursday. Unfortunately afterwards I was more sore, and felt like I had taken a step backwards. So I waited until Saturday and went to the gym where I pretty much walked on the elliptical (no arms!) for 65 minutes. I frankly got bored and if I went any harder, my rib hurt more.

So now it is Sunday morning and I am exhausted. Not because I didn’t go to bed at a decent hour…. 10:30? But because for some reason I kept rolling onto my side to sleep last night, the hurt side! Why on earth did my body keep wanting to do this strange thing. The pain was waking me up every time. I feel like I can sympathize with my friends who are very pregnant right now and can’t sleep anymore….

So maybe I’ll wait to try something again until tomorrow. This is right up there with the most limiting injuries I’ve had, like the back thing. I don’t like torso injuries. I think I’m through with them.

After leaving the gym yesterday I walked to Whole Foods and bought a HUGE bottle of Cal-Mag-Zinc: Orange and Vanilla Flavor, like I used to take. (not that I usually like anything flavored with Orange, but there is really no choice in the matter).

But the amusing part of the whole situation was that they gave me a small, unmarked paper bag to carry it in. So, here I am walking through the Pearl in the middle of the day carrying nothing but a bottle in a brown sack. After I got the Daily Cafe, I chose a table in far corner to wait for my friend. And figuring I would get a head start on bone-building, I took the bottle out of the sack, poured two cap fulls and swigged them consecutively. All the while I am being eyed by a disbelieving member of the waitstaff who is clearing tables from the lunch rush. Boy, did she give me some strange looks. It was really only after her reaction that I realized the hilarity of the situation- like some kind of hidden camera show or something…

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