"So bend to your trouble and meet your care,
For the clouds must break, and the sky grow fair.
Let the rain come down, as it must and will,
But keep on working and hoping still.
For in spite of the grumblers who stand about,
Somehow, it seems, all things work out."
From the poem: Things Work Out
By: Edgar A. Guest
Yesterday, I ran a 10K non-stop...I wanted to see how my knee would hold up. It got pretty hot as I was running and that wasn't easy, but the knee? No problem! It did good and I am thrilled (even my pace was back to pre-injury). When I got home, I decided I would try and go for a massage. I had the day off and the new running shoes and form is finding new calf muscles to torture, so why not take advantage. The first place I called, no answer (oh well, I wasn't crazy about her massage last time, so okay)...the second place I thought of, not opened on Mondays (hmmmm). Oh well, perhaps another day. Then as I was working on reports, my phone rang and it was one of my sister's-in-law, the one who is a massage therapist and who used to work with figure skaters and football players. Duh! I had not thought of her, probably because I rarely get massages and they're often at spas and the like. Well, YES, she had a free spot for me that afternoon at 4:30! When I got there, she asked me to lay on my back to begin because she always does "pressure therapy" on the legs while she works the neck and shoulders...YES, compression on my whole legs for at least 20 minutes...perfect! Then, she worked those leg muscles like they were playdoh and believe me, it felt great (after...not during...ouch). I can't believe I had this ressource right there in my figurative back yard and I never used it before. You can be sure I'll be going back...I mean, pressure therapy...wow! For those of you who don't know what that is, she puts these long boots on my legs, these cover the whole legs, and then air blows into the boot, squeezing my leg, alternating from one leg to the other. Like compression socks, but for the whole leg and warm. Loved it :)
So, sometimes, things just work out don't they...
Last, but certainly not least, today I graduated from physiotherapy. Joseph gave me my walking papers after testing my ability to adapt. That is, maintaining my 180 steps per minute, with varying speed and incline changes (not bad...definitely not perfect). He's happy with my knee and with my transition into the new minimalist shoes...and if he's happy, I'm thrilled! So, although he's reminded me that 42.2K is not like 21.1K...he's given me the go-ahead to keep training for my marathon. I promised to remain cautious and listen to my body...but Yay!! (remaining a little cautious)