|That poor sad rib has all of its belongings in a shopping cart|
I've been thinking about benching the idea of running for a while, but I can argue both sides of the case:
My doctor didn't tell me to not run and he said if I still enjoy it, then I might as well do it if the pain allows.
I don't think avoiding exercise will speed healing. Most of my pain happens during day to day activities (and pesky stuff like inhaling)
Walking actually hurts just as much as running (if not more) because I swing my arms more in walking and moving my right arm causes discomfort. This also makes alternative exercise like elliptical use or swimming unappealing.
I'm not sleeping well (beyond the 6 hours I get from the painkiller) and also not eating well (pain is apparently a great appetite suppressant) and maybe I should be conserving my energy.
The pain makes running less than fun, but the pain also makes everything less fun so I'm not sure how much weight to give this reason.
The bottom line is that I still don't know how to handle running and rib pain. I'm considering trying to take a whole week off and see if that helps, but if it's a dislocated rib it may not make a difference and I've just made myself more crazy than necessary.
This is why I never believe any of those chicks on "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant". Sure you didn't honey, sure you didn't. It's such a subtle process. I totally forget that I'm pregnant all the time.
|This pain brought to you by your friendly neighborhood fetus|
Ok, enough pregnancy whining. I did run some this weekend (4 miles of running, 2 miles of walking...over 2 days. So hardcore, I know), but most of the weekend was spent hanging out with Faith and my husband.
|What about the dog? No one ever hangs out with me.|
Today we drove up to Annapolis to pick up my husband's new suit and get lunch (since it takes almost 2 hours to get there, you can't just pick up the suit and go home without feeling silly). We hit up P.F. Changs for lunch and Faith acted like a model kid while we waited for food. I wish I could take credit for her good behavior, but she seriously just came this way.
|I'm such a little lady|
|Mommy, you fidget more in your seat than me|
The funny thing (at least we found it funny) is that Faith was really unhappy with quality of the crayons they provided with the kid's menu. She was doing what we call "Angry Drawing":
After lunch we walked over to a frozen yogurt place across the street from the suit store and Faith and I got dessert while my husband went to meet with the tailor and try on his suit.
|OMG I'm a real blogger now.|
|Mommy, I get 2 spoonfuls and THEN you get one...got it?|
We got stuck in the yogurt shop because a freaking crazy storm rolled in.
|Everyone was standing in doorways like they were made of sugar, so it wasn't just me|
Eventually my husband finished up with his suit stuff and brought us an umbrella (yes, I'm made of sugar) so we could get back to the car reasonably dry. We have had crazy storms all day since then, so I guess my "wait it out in the frozen yogurt shop and hope for sympathy refills" plan had some flaws.
If the frozen yogurt wasn't enough to make today awesome, then I maybe I'll get to see more of this tonight on the True Blood season finale.
|HBO is totally worth the money|
Chopping wood is apparently a better workout than one would think.
Thanks to Taryn for the beautiful artistry of the first two pictures! They greatly amused me.
Do you live by pros and cons lists like me? I don't know how else to make decisions.