Rest - a four-letter word

rest 1 (rst)

n.
   1. Cessation of work, exertion, or activity.
   2. Peace, ease, or refreshment resulting from sleep or the cessation of an activity.
   3. Sleep or quiet relaxation.
   4. The repose of death: eternal rest.
   5. Relief or freedom from disquiet or disturbance.
   6. Mental or emotional tranquillity.
   7. Termination or absence of motion.

There are times when, despite all you do and precautions you take, that your body decides it has had enough.  Mine did that on Thursday.  Yes, I've had a nagging shin/calf issue that I've been dealing with, with chiropractor and ART and stretching and rolling with my beat-stick, etc.  However, it decided it was in charge on Thursday.  Thursday was my first night of my 10km clinic (2 of my 5k members ran the Diakonos 5k on Saturday, and I'm pretty sure they both got PB's - so proud!), so after the intro talk, we went out for a short, sweet run to ease ourselves back into things.  About 100 m down the path, when SNAP right behind my knee!!!!  I mean, the kind of sound that you should only hear when stepping on a stick.  I stopped immediately, told everyone to continue on and tried to stretch.  OMG it hurt, but I quickly assured myself that I had mobility, could put weight on the leg, and could move my foot up and down (phew...Achilles was fine!).  I hobbled back to the Running Room to wait for everyone, and after much debate about what I did, I headed for home and ice.  Lots of ice.  Mainly for my vodka, but some for my leg!

And straight to my chiro Friday morning (again, I wasn't worried about broken bones, and there wasn't a huge amount of swelling, coldness or bruising) and after some gentle prodding (I hit the roof a couple of times) he determined that my knee was where it was supposed to be, my ACL was good and no ligaments or tendons were torn, so I most likely over strained my calf muscle.  The "snap" could have been the tendon moving over the joint or something...he had me at "nothing torn".  Phew!!!  After some gentle ART, and sitting under the laser for awhile (I think it just Christmas lights on a piece of rubber, but if it works, what do I know?!), I walked out with Olly the Octopus keeping the swelling down.

It's weird, but it worked. 
I am also being forced to rest.  That means no running...no bootcamp...no clinics...no races...ARGH!  SO HARD!!!  Okay, so I can't walk up and down a flight of stairs right now and if I take too big of a stride, my leg quickly reminds me who's in charge, so I guess I have no choice.

But I was supposed to follow this man through his moves on Saturday.

le sigh...  Do you all know how boring it is to WATCH a bootcamp?!  VERY...good thing Tommy isn't so hard on the eyes.  And he was nice enough to make Olly a keepsake. hehehe

I did do too much walking yesterday, and felt it today, but again sat under the laser and let Dave do his magic on my leg.  I will arrange for someone to take my group out on Wednesday, Thursday and Sunday (hoping I'm not down too for long) and will now marshal at Saturday's L'Arche Half, rather than running it. 
 
Now I will really be putting my weight watcher's training to to the test, as I won't be earning all those lovely exercise points...will power, here we come!  Asked Tommy for some advice, and bought his Last 10-pounds book for when I'm healed and ready to kick it to the curb.
 
It's going to be a long few weeks...wish me luck.
 
Later,