Finally

Got off my ass and did something this morning. Did some push-ups, upper arm weights and Ab Ripper X. I am out of shape. Ha.

Well, What do you know?

Here I was, planning on having the greatest running time of my life. I was going to run a full marathon in November, a half marathon in January and another full marathon in February. And I didn't and won't get to do any of that. About 4 weeks before my first full marathon in November, I started feeling this really sharp pain in my left foot. It would take a while for it to show up in my runs. 10 miles in, 8 miles in, 14 miles in, it would just pop up. And I wouldn't be able to to run any further, that is how much it hurt. The pain would shoot from the outside, mid-foot to the tips of my toes on my left foot. With every step. I should have shut it down pretty quickly but I was so excited about my upcoming running experiences and I am fairly stubborn so on I ran. I convinced myself that it would go away, it was just some random pain that would just heal itself. It didn't. It got worse and worse. So come race day in November I made the executive decision to only run a half marathon, instead of a full marathon. I really wanted to run in this event because my wife and sister were running their first half marathons and I wanted to participate with them. So I ran the half and it sucked. About 8 miles in the pain started firing off and the last 5 miles I moped along and crossed the finish line. I didn't get to really feel to bad, I finished in 2:13:58 and my sister finished right behind me. We got to go through the finish area together and have our pictures taken and she told all about her badass experience. At the time I didn't mind so much, I was soaking up the vibes of my sister and wife, they both did so well and were so happy at the finish line. But my foot really hurt and I was pretty upset with my experience. So after that was all said and done I decided to go see a foot specialist and try and figure out what was wrong with my foot. TWO STRESS FRACTURES. In a boot for six weeks. No running, no walking. Shit. This also comes down during the holiday season when my diet goes flying out the window. Double shit. I tried to do well and at first I did, but about Christmastime, I started eating everything and anything. I quickly gained 15+ pounds and am now really pissed at myself. I got the boot off on New Years Eve, but still no running or walking until mid February, at the earliest. I have joined a gym but have yet to make it over there for a workout. I am not a gym guy. I don't like them, don't like to be in them. It is a hassle for me to get my ass to a gym. The beauty of walking and running, for me, is the freedom. I can just up and go when I want. I like to work out super early in the morning, before most people are awake. This is a pain. I'll get through it and hopefully get back on it in February.