I’ve been avoiding the blog because, well, my running has been frustrating lately. As one nagging pain eases, I seem to develop a new one. I’m sure it’s all compensation related, but whatever. It’s driving me nuts and is kind of depressing. I feel slow as hell and on the days when I do feel pep in my legs, one of my strains (the latest one is my left hip flexor) yells at me to slow down. For every decent run I have, I seem to have one lousy and one meh run to go along with it. I’m turning 46 in a few weeks, and I’m in serious denial. My aches and pains remind me of the facts.
I’m trying to feel grateful that I’m still able to run, but honestly I’m just bummed.
My son turned 21 today. That makes me feel positively ancient (my kid would agree). I’m still worried about him for a myriad of reasons. I have to say, the whole millenial generation baffles the shit out of me. If that statement doesn’t make me sound old, I don’t know what will.
Aaaaannnnnd to add to my crotchety old lady list of complaints, this weather bites.