Swimmy swimmy swim swim

Swimming in a pool is my least favorite of all things. Lately I’ve begun to enjoy the serene meditation of the elliptical, especially after about 30 minutes on it. I think that may be a function of the rhythmic pumping and the music (which I must have - I cannot run without it). Swimming, on the other hand, has gone very much the opposite. Where I used to look forward to swimming, I sort of don’t any more. I still enjoy it, the water and the splashing and the chicks with the tight swim suits, but 90% of the time my face is under water and I’m following a black line back and forth and back and forth and back and forth for 30 minutes. But I appreciate that it’s important since I can’t run regularly due to a certain body part:

What do you say to that? *sigh*. It doesn’t hurt. Doing copious amounts of elliptical actually remove the pain the next day, so long as I ice it down for hours the night before and feed myself NSAIDs before I go to sleep. If I take a day off, it hurts like a beyotch though. I’ve made an appointment with my family doc so she can look at it, concur with my observation that it’s larger than the other one and send me to a PT doc who will help me more than the university sports med guy who just told me to do some squats. A month later, that’s not doing anything and I’m a month out from the race. Barring horrible bone pain, I intend to run no matter what. Besides, I earned it doing this:

The good thing about shrinking is that you don’t have to buy new clothes if you don’t mind looking like a homeless person.

The bad news is you look like a homeless person.  This wouldn’t matter much for me if I didn’t have a wife that it actually mattered to who nevertheless doesn’t buy me new shorts to replace those that don’t fit.  Complaining is free, you know.

Tags: injury, running, swimming, weight loss