My ex-BF once said to me laughing (at me), “It’s funny. You go through clumsy phases. One day you just start dropping things and tripping over your feet and then just like that you stop.” (Add a Hugh Grant accent.)
He was right. (What he would have done to hear those words years ago.) Usually around the time my body kicks off a hormonal dance party I start to fall over, drop things, trip over the shoes I am wearing and spill everything I eat down my front.
Basically, I become, for a short while, mentally-, physically- and, for that matter, emotionally-impaired.
How do I manage this short spurt of incompetence? I laugh at myself… along with whoever sees me fall on my face.
However, no matter how funny I find my faulty balance there are times it can be detrimental. Like on Tuesday, for instance, when I rolled my ankle on the way to work walking down the stairs of Penn Station. (Thankfully I have an ice pack on hand in the office.)
Apparently my body was not happy with the minimal damage that fall caused because I rolled it again later in the day, during mile 4 of my run. I was on such a runner’s high — Tuesday was probably one of my most energetic runs ever — that I didn’t feel any pain… that was until I woke up at 3 am with a severe throbbing around my Achilles.
(This has become my nightly routine.)
I would have worried more but sore ankles are part of my usual exercise routine. It all started years ago in high school when I took a sweet fall off the staircase banister that I insisted on sliding down and won myself a hard cast for 6 weeks due to pulling, as my Dr put it, “all the ligaments and tendons in there.” Apparently my ankles hyper-extend and this is common.
Anyways… that was followed by a trip off the step in the lecture hall in college and being out of commission for a month. Then there was a second few-week period I was limping after a dance performance gone wrong. Ooooh, and snowboarding last year (I think the link is to the entry about when I broke my arm — different limb, same point.) when my board flipped one way and my boot stubbornly stayed put! Who knew you could twist anything in that massive foot gear?
So, what’s my trick for surviving the aftermath of my clumsiness you ask?
A very precise, secretive process: I rest it until it almost doesn’t really quite hurt that much anymore… and then I run/yoga/exercise/snowboard it off! It works every time.
And that’s exactly what I did today on a 3-mileish run along the West Side path in Chelsea. It was HOT! I took it easy and then headed to an Injury Prevention Clinic put on by TNT. (I know, what a coincidence, right? The marathon-gods clearly had me in mind when they organized that!)
Michael from Finish Line Physical Therapy talked a lot about strength training. Yeah, yeah, I know. I had been doing well with my daily strength training but this week I’m slacking. Tomorrow, I vow to kickstart again!
You know what else I learned at the seminar? That it’s ok to run on injuries causing mild to slightly-moderate pain. Phew! Validation feels so goood!
Anyone else have advice for when they are hurt? How do you heal?