Lately I've been sick. I normally do a lot of running for exercise, but I haven't been able to as much recently. Chronic pneumonia and bronchitis have set me back a bit. Of course with chest infection/illness, we love to drink narcotic cough syrup. So I've been drinking a TON of sizzurp lately as well.
That seems to have broken though. I'm feeling much better and I've got a lot of my physical stamina back. My lungs/breathing feel fine and I'm over my withdrawals. I haven't taken So yesterday, I went running.
I ran at the YMCA on this indoor track that lines above and around the basketball court. Normally I'll run about 2 miles straight, walk a half mile, and run another 1.5 to top it off. Yesterday on my first day back I ran 3 straight miles off the bat. I just didn't get tired really.
After that I went downstairs to cool off and have some water. I was really happy. I came back from being sick for, in effect, three months straight with a very strong running effort. So I went back to the track and ran some more. Two miles later, a total of 60 laps for the day, I was done. I showered and went home.
Yesterday was Valentine's day. So after working out I went to eat with my lady. We had crab legs. They were great and we had an overall great time. As we were leaving dinner, I noticed a slight pain in the arch of my left foot. As we made our way outside onto the cold asphalt parking lot, the pain intensified. By the time we were at the car I knew it. I broke something in my foot.
So I woke up early this morning and headed to the doctor. A few x-rays revealed a fracture in the metatarsal (5th I think). It's a stress fracture. Apparently the force from running with some added body weight broke my damn foot. I'm only 175lbs (5-7lbs over my regular weight). I also sprained my ankle slightly. Basically my left ankle and foot are a swollen, purple-gray mess.
The doctor recommended rest, time, and monitoring. He mentioned the possibility of surgery and I cringed. Finally he asked if I needed anything for the pain. I told him I'd be taking advil and he said that would be fine but to call if the pain increases.
I don't know if you noticed but I declined opiate pain killers from a doctor. He was dangling them in front of my face and I made a willful decision not to grab. That's a big deal for me. I seriously do not want to go through withdrawal's depression again right now. I get depressed from WD even if I take 5 perc-10's over the course of 3 days. It's sad and, more than anything, confusing.
As the day moves on, the pain in my foot steadily increases. Of course I'm not resting it. I'm walking around work (where I do the majority of my bluelighting![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
) on concrete floors, popping ibuprofen.
Life is so fucking annoying. You feel like you're making steps forward but those actions often just put you back in situations you wish you weren't.
On the bright side, Valentine's day was a success. My woman has been with me for 4 years to the day now. Maybe we'll get married some day.
That seems to have broken though. I'm feeling much better and I've got a lot of my physical stamina back. My lungs/breathing feel fine and I'm over my withdrawals. I haven't taken So yesterday, I went running.
I ran at the YMCA on this indoor track that lines above and around the basketball court. Normally I'll run about 2 miles straight, walk a half mile, and run another 1.5 to top it off. Yesterday on my first day back I ran 3 straight miles off the bat. I just didn't get tired really.
After that I went downstairs to cool off and have some water. I was really happy. I came back from being sick for, in effect, three months straight with a very strong running effort. So I went back to the track and ran some more. Two miles later, a total of 60 laps for the day, I was done. I showered and went home.
Yesterday was Valentine's day. So after working out I went to eat with my lady. We had crab legs. They were great and we had an overall great time. As we were leaving dinner, I noticed a slight pain in the arch of my left foot. As we made our way outside onto the cold asphalt parking lot, the pain intensified. By the time we were at the car I knew it. I broke something in my foot.
So I woke up early this morning and headed to the doctor. A few x-rays revealed a fracture in the metatarsal (5th I think). It's a stress fracture. Apparently the force from running with some added body weight broke my damn foot. I'm only 175lbs (5-7lbs over my regular weight). I also sprained my ankle slightly. Basically my left ankle and foot are a swollen, purple-gray mess.
The doctor recommended rest, time, and monitoring. He mentioned the possibility of surgery and I cringed. Finally he asked if I needed anything for the pain. I told him I'd be taking advil and he said that would be fine but to call if the pain increases.
I don't know if you noticed but I declined opiate pain killers from a doctor. He was dangling them in front of my face and I made a willful decision not to grab. That's a big deal for me. I seriously do not want to go through withdrawal's depression again right now. I get depressed from WD even if I take 5 perc-10's over the course of 3 days. It's sad and, more than anything, confusing.
As the day moves on, the pain in my foot steadily increases. Of course I'm not resting it. I'm walking around work (where I do the majority of my bluelighting
) on concrete floors, popping ibuprofen. Life is so fucking annoying. You feel like you're making steps forward but those actions often just put you back in situations you wish you weren't.
On the bright side, Valentine's day was a success. My woman has been with me for 4 years to the day now. Maybe we'll get married some day.