Smooth Move, Slick Rick

From the end of March until this beautiful Easter weekend, when I eked out an 8.6 mile run, I went on a bit of a hiatus from long runs. There were a few four mile runs in there, some biking, walking, and a trip or two to the gym.

Here is an injury suffered from one of my recent alternative work out choices. You can just make out the large circle of yellow around the ankle bone with a little splash of purple towards the shin. Since my long run today, it's all turned blue and purple. Gotta love those psychadelic bruises.


I would like to say this injury was sustained during my involvement in some high-contact sport like tackle football or rugby. But no. I was cardio-dancing. And enjoying myself thoroughly, I will have you know... Until a single move of sweeping one leg back behind me resulted in a kick to my own ankle with the other heel. From this was borne the new dance combo:One-footed hop, with an "Ow ow ow ow ow!"

I won't have to worry about jazzercising-related injuries much longer as soon my weeks will be consumed by running. My official 10 week half marathon training will begin in a little over a month. I'm looking forward to the challenge but nervous about balancing my schedule and surmounting the aches and pains (knees, shins, metatarsals to name a few) that create obstacles to going the distance.

I'm about to complete my bio for the Teen Mother Choices website--a Christian organization that cares for and supports teen mothers in the Lake County area. I will be running for TMC and campaigning to raise $1,000 for the organization! I know with all my amazing friends and family this will be a cinch.

In the meantime, I'll suppose I should protect my legs by steering clear of the dance floor.

Psalm 149:3: Let them praise his name in the dance: let them sing praises unto him with the timbrel and harp.