First of all, I hope everyone made it through the storm okay! We got lucky and never lost our power. Sandy just left us with a leaky roof, but that’s minor compared to the devastation she caused elsewhere.
I had another appointment with the chiropractor today. My ankle has definitely improved, but it’s not 100% better unfortunately. We discussed the probability that this isn’t going to go away completely while I’m pregnant. The way the pregnancy hormones affect the ligaments and tendons, there’s a chance it won’t get better right now.
To console myself about my inability to run, I’ve been counting down the weeks until I can run again. And, in those weeks, this ankle thing damn well better fix itself! So I’m a little over 30 weeks pregnant. That means 10 weeks until my due date. If the baby is born on my due date (small chance of that actually happening, of course), then I can run 6 weeks from that day (provided I don’t need another c-section, then it will probably be 8 weeks). So, best case scenario, 16 weeks until I can run again. That’s 4 months – about the length of a typical marathon training cycle. Four months sounds like a loooong time. Maybe trying to count down the time isn’t such a good idea. If the baby comes a week early like Zain did, then it’s only 15 weeks…actually 14 and a half weeks since I’m actually 30 weeks and 3 days! Now, I’m just obsessing .
My obsession gets worse, folks. I’ve been having dreams about running. Sure, I’ve had those pre-race dreams about running races, but they usually just involve getting to the starting line too late or forgetting to bring my running shoes to the race. I’ve never dreamed about actually running before. I blame pregnancy – which causes some weird and vivid dreams – combined with the endorphin withdrawal I’ve been suffering.
As a reward for making it through my whining about my lack of running, here is some cuteness for Halloween:
Here is our little Buzz flying around the house: