par for the course...

Sometimes, I just have to laugh at myself, to keep from crying like a baby.  Let me back up a couple of days...

Wednesday's laser therapy ended up being almost fabulous.  I've chosen to block the parts of the visit that freaked me out, and decided to go with the outcome from the appointment.  It was really close to fabulous.  The one downside was my hip/leg/whatever that had kept getting so sore when I did my longer runs.  That spot, for whaver reason (ummm... possibly the yanking of my foot on Wednesday? but I digress...) was fairly "tender" when I left the chiropractor's office.  But, my foot -- I don't exactly know why, or how it works, but the treatment had my foot feeling REALLY good.  That night, I got on the treadmill (because it was dark outside) and started running (jogging); I made it all of 1 1/2 miles before my hip/leg/whatever was too sore to keep going.  Actually, I probably could've kept going, but the tears that would have ensued would probably have landed on the treadmill belt and made me slip and fall, because that's how things have been going for me lately.

Friday was my next laser appointment for my foot, just to be sure that it was good to go.  I went; they lasered (can that be used as a verb?) my foot, and I asked about my hip area.  I know that you'll be shocked to know that it was out of whack, and needed... an adjustment.  That one was no big deal; he fixed it and then they lasered that too.  I'm not even a little bit kidding when I tell you that, if they had a room that was filled with this laser treatment, I would totally move in there.  I am sold on the power of the laser, at this point.  My hip was also feeling noticeably better after the treatment.  So... I went home and hopped on the treadmill again.  I really had no good excuse for being on the treadmill, versus outside yesterday, aside from the fact that it was windy and I'm a fair-weather runner when it comes to running outside.  Anyway, there I was, trotting along, feeling pretty good -- considering that I basically had not run for a week at this point.  My goal for the day was to do 7 miles.  I got all the way to 6 1/4 before I fell off the edge of the treadmill and nearly wrecked both my lasered foot and lasered hip -- not to mention my knees!  Honestly, I wish that I could've had a video camera to catch this mess.  I typically will jump off of the moving belt, onto the edges, to get a quick drink of water.  When I attempted this yesterday, I barely caught the edge of the edge.  My right foot slid off, onto the floor.  Thankfully I had a grip on the bars, which kept my knees from hitting the belt, but my left leg was still on the edge of other side.  The angle that I achieved in order to keep my left knee from being sandpapered off by the belt was just right to bend my foot, ankle, and hip into directions that were not exactly healthy.  Long story longer... I could very well need more laser treatments next week, because I'm a klutz.

My theory on all of this is that satan knows that I'm getting nervous, and so he's throwing all of these little issues up in here, to make me more insecure.  I'm already a hot mess, so it's really not necessary to keep going with these freaking road blocks, satan!  But, as I've mentioned before, I WILL COMPLETE this half marathon, even if I'm crawling (which is exactly why I was so protective of my knees being sandpapered in the treadmill incident).  So, satan can do his worst; I've got Someone stronger in my corner.  :)

Please keep praying...