Note to self: Do not ever call yourself unstopabble again

In my last post I casually mentioned that after completing a challenging yet exhilarating 5k race/obstacle course that I "kinda feel unstoppable now". 

Well, the universe proved me wrong. Yet again.

 Big fat swollen ankles do in fact. Stop me. Believe it or not, although I've injured about every other part of my body in some form or fashion. I've never actually rolled an ankle.  But now I feel I am well versed in sprained ankle-ese. 

 Look they get even bigger and fatter and scary looking after a few days

 So I've been sidelined. First it was crutches, then a spectacular boot that while not pictured here I'm sure you can imagine the depths of it's stylish awesomeness.

Now it's this beauty (note the pink sneaks. I'm kinda in love with these) and Physical Therapy for Godonlyknowshowlong...

So yes,  lesson learned Universe. I must choose my words wisely. 

... Um,  either that or remember that I am almost 40 years old thereby making me too old to play X games with my son and ride on the pegs of  his bike *ahem*.

Who knew a pig and I would have so much in common

I probably should rethink that title because surely I've opened myself up for all sorts of overeating and weight jokes.  But when you don't post for more than 5 months and you come up with something kinda catchy you stick with it out of fear that if you have to come up with something else "catchy" you won't post for another 5 months.

 Aaanyway, all kidding aside I just had to write about this great thing I did. Great in that I pushed the envelope and forced myself to participate in my first (and maybe last) 5K.  But this was no ordinary 5K. This was the WARRIOR DASH.  I needed to prove to myself that although I still haven't met my fitness goals, I had been working out hard and I could do this.

I roped in a few gal pals via cattle call on Facebook then registered well in advance so as to give myself plenty of time to  freak the eff out  prepare .

I was energized , yet petrified.  What if I couldn't run it all?  What if I couldn't make it over the wall?  What if I broke something?  All these things raced through my mind prior to competing.  But when it came down to it,  I made it over not one but two walls, I jumped over hurdles and dove under barbed wire, I lept over fire and ended up in mud. Lots and lots of mud.  It was exhilarating in so many ways. Something I never thought I'd say.  I'm not even a fan of mud but I jumped in with reckless abandon and made that mud my bitch (well it may have made me it's bitch but whatever).  And guess what?  I loved that mud. Something about jumping in was freeing and ridiculous and amazing all at the same time.

This was AFTER being hosed off (note the after race celebratory beer clutched in my dirty hand)

I wore that mud like a badge of honor.  Because it was my mud. And I'd done it. I guess I kinda think I'm unstoppable now. Bucket list item number 576. Check.

So tell me. What have you recently crossed off your bucket list ?

And then I got carpal tunnel

I've had my fair share of illnesses throughout the life of this blog. First it was this and then there was this. Oh and we can't forget this and that. But all in all, they've been relatively minor. I guess in the sense that they were all things I recovered from and aren't chronic illnesses. Annoyances ? Yes. Chronic? No

So I figure my body has treated me right for the most part. I ought to pay it back. You know. Work it out. Stop feeding it crap and run it around a bit. Thin it out.

But here's the thing, I have strained or pulled just about every muscle in pursuit of this quest. Last week it was a calf muscle (And I'm working with a trainer! So while I'd like to say it's my clutziness and lack of technique I can't logically conclude that.)

And this week it's left wrist pain with typing (which hello? I do a ridiculous amount of both in and outside of work)

So here I am, the walking wounded.

I'm almost about to give up.

But then I'm reminded, there are others out there worse off than me. And then I just feel like a big old whiner.

So I'm blogging it out. Because after all isn't this my space to gripe whine moan and cry ? But ow. It hurts to type.

So the only logical thing is to drink heavily grin and bear it and thank you all for listening.

Yeah. That's it.

*cough*bringonthebooze*cough*