My Refreshed Running Legs

My legs have actually inspired me to write this blog post. They are demanding to be heard. They feel more refreshed and alive than they have since my injury two years ago, and are starting to scream with joy. I am running just 15 miles a week, but where the urge before was to stop now the urge is to drive on. The hills I hit I am starting to charge up, where before I would just endure. The miles bring more energy. The day after a run I want to go again, instead of lamenting how long it takes to recover. I am runner, hear me ROAR.
Of course, this could just be the part at the end of the scary movie  where you think the monster is dead, only to have him rise up and stick a knife in your leg. Therefore, I am trying to be careful and cautious, and not just abuse my refreshed legs once again. I figure I have to run at least 20 miles a week comfortably before I can dance on the injury's grave. I am not running especially fast, either. In fact, I was recently 'chicked' by a drunken penguin stumbling home from a bachelorette party. 

Of all the things I have done for the injuy, the massages targeting the scar tissue are what brought me back. I say massage, but it is actually like sticking your leg under a power tool and letting it grind away. I squirm in pain, but it's all worth it, for the spot that used to be the size of a golfball is now just 1/10 the size. (by the way, for Michigan runners, I've been going to Tri-Covery Massage in Novi)

My efforts at dealing with this injury have been many: 

-3 different doctors, one of who was a marathon runner, another a sports/running specialist, another an orthopedic surgeon and part of the medical staff of the Detroit Pistons

-5 different rest periods of 3 weeks at least 3 times, 5 weeks another time, and more recently 8 weeks.

-1  Thousand Dollars for an MRI 

-6 inches of a needle/cortisone shot stuck in my leg.

-4 goats sacrificed. 

But it was the 30 minute massages that helped. There was indeed a tear in my quad, as the MRI showed, but it was scar tissue, not freshly ripped, probably caused by me running a marathon 2 weeks after it was torn. 

I've been extra grateful for each mile I now get in. It's 92 degrees in the shade, and the air is so humid it's like running through cotton? No problem, lets do it. I've got a Wendy's cheeseburger and fries in my gut? Let's run with the junk in my trunk. 

 I stepped on my treadmill last week, (not to run, for something else) and there literally was a huge spider web on it. I got tangled up in the web. Oh, the irony, since I've been such a treadmill guy. But I had no time to smile, for a huge monster spider started crawling towards me. I saw its fangs through the smile. Oh boy was it ever happy to have such a huge catch.

Of course, I killed the monster, and went outside for a run. I just hope it stays dead, but if not, I will kill it, again and again and again...
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