The Troof

OK, so I have a been a tiny bit absent, but not for a lack of action...whoa, that doesn't sound PG. Anywho, I think I have found a way to a) keep my cardio fitness up enough to manage 26.2 come October while leg knee heals and b) a form of exercise that will not bore the ever-living @!$%!@$#!$# out of me. What is it, you ask? Come on now, Reader, you know better than that! I have to be as long winded as humanly possible, skip over a few details, rant about something that shares no context to the current post (kind of like right now, perhaps?), and most likely publish the post, only to have to follow up with a subsequent post detailing the answer. So, let's start that long-winded bit...right now!

Soooooo, I have been kind of going out of my mind...well...even more so than I already am. I didn't realize how much I have come to rely on my running to even out my days. Not only does it burn off the infinite amount of energy that runs through my veins at all points of the day and night (I am the type that can wake up at 3:30 in the morning and play a full court game of bball with out missing a beat, and yes, I would dunk all up on and over your dome), but it also regulated my mood. That whole "runners high" bit? Well, I wouldn't go that far, but running certainly has become an integral part of keeping me feeling normal, that my day was complete because I hit the pavement. Now that I am forced to shelve the running kicks for the time being, my energy has hit dangerous levels. Like, if G.W.B. 43 was running my endocrine system, my color code would be flashing RED...that and the voice of my conscience would have a fake Texas accent and want me to clear large amounts of brush. Now where was I...

Brian Hetzel needs to contact Stella to find out how the !#$! she got her groove back and which direction he should go to find his. Damn it...I feel like a bump on a log every day that goes by that I can't run. It doesn't help that the marathon date is now approaching fast and furious, Vin Diesel style. I have heard from a number of people that if I just let my knee rest for 10-14 days, I should be fine. Hearing this is encouraging, as running all over Boston in poom-poom shorts and a headband for the last 6 months has not been easy. I mean, sure, I look fresh to death, but this training bit has taken a lot of time, dedication, and filthy amounts of Body Glide and nipple patches. 

Yes, I went there - get over it...although how great would it be to see a NASCAR sponsored by Nip Guards? Hahaha. Picture it...

"And there is the number 22 Nip Guards car playing bumper cars with Jeff Gordon."

That would be hilar...What? I am not, I just thought it would be funny if...What? I will get to the point, I just thought this was funny so I took some creative license and...FINE. RELAX. I'll get back to the story. 

Gosh, Puuuuuuuuuushy. 

Anyway, it got to the point earlier this week where I seriously thought I was going to run really fast into a wall if I didn't exercise. I could literally feel myself getting out of shape. OK, maybe this is an exaggeration, but we're talking about me here, so, yeah. I tried to test the knee out with a few really short runs but didn't get very far. Frustrated, I weaved in and out of traffic going much faster than I usually do (I have more speeding tickets than I care to talk about) on my way back to my parent's house in Springfield, MA.

There, I found my road bike in the basement, covered in dust, staring at me. So, with no other options other than swimming...I will touch on that in a later post...I brought her over to get tuned up and headed out.

And that's where the adventure began....