I can see the sun shining behind me as I sit in my classroom grading senior finals on 1984. It seems like forever since I've had the sun glare make it impossible to see my computer screen.
Winter has had its grasp on me pretty hard this year. I've had little, to no, desire to get up and get to the gym in the morning, go out and run in the pouring Portland rain, let alone sit on my bike trainer for an hour. In December one of my best friends planted the seed of running a half marathon in Hawaii in April. It didn't take long for that seed to grow, get registered for the race, make plane and hotel reservations, and call in her personal days. It was this seed that got my ass off the couch and back out on the pavement.
Of course, my knee is still bothering me, but the ASTEM I'm getting from my PT seems to be helping loads. I just have to remember to keep using that torture device known as the foam roller so my IT band doesn't get wonky again. I bought the Trigger Point roller when we were in Louisville for the Ironman, dare I say that is 10 times more painful than the regular foam roller. I keep telling myself, in between sobs, that if I keep rolling my IT band I will not have to return to PT ever again. Ever.
So, as soon as this last final is graded, I'm off to Oaks Bottom to go run. When will I win the lottery so all I can do is get up and work out?
