Showing posts with label foot injury. Show all posts
Showing posts with label foot injury. Show all posts

Saturday, April 27, 2024

Old man ran away.

It was a good week. It was a wearying week. I had to sub three out of five days, the other days I also had to field phone calls at five am.

Working with middle school students is the best. Because they are still kids, they still want very much to volunteer -- to act, and to express their opinions.

And they made me feel relevant. That I could connect. There were a couple of moments, throughout the week, when I saw students gaining in confidence, and opening up. It was beautiful.

But I am dizzy, every day. All I need to do is rock my head back a little and the room spins. It's just part of my life now. I think it's because of the earplugs, they yanked something loose. I have a screw loose! I hate them, but I need them to sleep.

The weather is warmer. But so windy! It is spring. I like spring.

Big free Saturday. What will happen?

Distance: 3,1 miles
Duration: 30:55
Pace: 9:58

1987 Playlist
Paid In Full - Eric B. & Rakim ft. Marley Marl
I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man  - Prince & The Revolution
The One I Love - R.E.M.
Panic - The Smiths
I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me) - Aretha Franklin ft. George Michael
Mystify - INXS
I Don't Want to Be a Hero - Johnny Hates Jazz
Shooting Dirty Pool - The Replacements
Rock Steady - Sting

Deep cuts! Speaking of which ...

Healing, day three.
Wednesday, I had the worst migraine that I have had in some time. As the day went on, and I began to feel more human -- but also a bit delirious -- I was doing housework like a crazy person.

I wanted to do some yardwork and took an irritatingly long time to change the spool on the weedwhacker. It was chilly, but I was in my flip-flops and for the first time in my life I did something I always told myself I would never, ever do, which is to use a mechanical mowing device without closed-toed shoes.

This time, this one time. And with a new spool, the line whipped out extra far and cut my first two toes. I looked at my feet and waited for the blood to begin gushing out, and I am grateful to say it did not, I merely suffered a lattice small, ugly, wide but not deep lacerations. I am lucky. I am also very dumb.

Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 70°
Climate: overcast & warm
Mood: all right

Wow. Woozy, hungry, winded. Stiff calves! I think that's from being on my feet a lot of the week. Not happy about that.

Stretches: yes
Water: yes

Saturday, June 09, 2018

We're safe for the moment.

Tuesday morning I banged my little toe on something upstairs ... some of the team has been using the transition to summer to clean house, which means emptying your own room into the hallway. It's fucking dangerous. Just navigating the path means twisting this way and that, it's irritating.

Distance: 3.25 miles
Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 70°
Climate: overcast & hot
Mood: all right

Started seeing a chiropractor on Thursday. Totally new approach to dealing with my nerve issues, new exercises, electric muscle therapy. It's all very interesting, we shall see how effective/expensive it becomes.

Stretches: yes

Hot run in the park. Good run. Bit of a pain in my side. Need to do those new stretches. Cavs lost. What's past is past. Moving on. Perhaps a parade today? Plans for a play that opens in less than a week. We're safe, for the moment.

Baseline: 178 lbs.
Today: 164 lbs. (+1.5)
Goal: 160 lbs.

Troilus & Cressida Playlist
Someone Great - LCD Soundsystem
Like Eating Glass * - Bloc Party
Get This Party Started - Shirley Bassey
You're Beautiful * - James Blunt
Let's Make Love & Listen to DFA (Calvin Harris Remix) - CSS
Lebanese Blonde - Thievery Corporation

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

So I run and I run and I run and I run and I run.

Tragedy tomorrow. Bingo tonight.
Our second day in Montreal was better than our first. I am so proud of both of these kids, they are patient and strong. Another big walking day. On our first we went to cultural happenings - kinetic art - on our second we visited to great houses of visual art; the Musée des Beaux Arts and also the Basilique Notre-Dame de Montréal.

For their patience (and ours) we were all rewarded to obscenely delicious crêpes. The evening was spent devouring reheated poutine and doing crossword puzzles as a family while a thunderstorm whipped through the city. Timing is everything!

Distance: 6 miles
Duration: 49:15
Avg Pace: 8:12
Route: Martin Point

Yesterday we drove clear from Quebec to Maine in a little over six hours, stopping in Errol, NH for lunch at the Northern Exposure (where they also serve poutine) and everyone listening to the audiobook of Ender's Game.

It is interesting listening to that book, knowing what I do now about the author and his beliefs. It's still a good book and if I didn't read an author's work because of their known bigotry and racism I wouldn't get to perform the works of Shakespeare.

One of the first things that happened last evening was that I slipped two steps and hit the arch of my right foot very hard. Very painful, feels bruised. That was unfortunate.

Temperature: 66°
Climate: warm, humid, bright and beautiful
Intake: banana
Hydration: yes
Water Stop: no
Stretches: yes

First run in the cove. A little bit this way, a little bit that way to make six miles. Supposed to log sixteen on Sunday, father says there was a route he would take, a great loop around Friendship that he liked quite a bit. We'll map that and perhaps I will make it.

I have never taken a run a run outside of Flood's Cove/Martin's Point (except for that one 5K) so that will be an experience.

My foot did not bother me, at least not during the run. It may do so for the rest of the day, but no matter I intend to spend most of it sitting on the porch and reading. Dad just happens to have a book here (The Great Silence by Juliet Nicholson) about that period in Britain I am supposed to currently be writing about.

Emil Cioran once said, "a book is a postponed suicide." Perhaps writing one may be, reading one is just postponed writing.

The stretches. Must work on the stretches.

What's That Lyric?
Running Man - Whomadewho 

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Grow your beard out. Just weird out.

These things happen.

And now a word about Mad Men. My wife and I are behind, because we must be behind, there isn't time in the day to watch TV on any regular basis (though we did begin watching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. as a family event on Tuesdays and I am beginning to regret that) but when we have a free evening, we will catch and episode or two of what must be the best-written program I have ever enjoyed.

SPOILERS

On several occasions TV networks have tried to capture the 1960s in a bottle, through movies like The 60's (1999) or more recently the series American Dreams (2002 - 2005). From what I understand, these programs failed because the goal of these projects was to once again remind us what an amazing time the 1960s were, that there was never a period of history more important than that one, and that we must once more venture into these heady days, if only to understand, man.

They were, of course, created by Baby Boomers. Like the movie Forrest Gump, another tribute to that era which ironicly puts a moron at the center of great, historic events even though he has no idea how he got there ... like most Boomers who didn't actually do anything but just lived it and feel they earned their place in history. Like George W. Bush.

Mad Men, however, tricked everyone into thinking it was a cheeky period piece. Created by a member of Generation X (Matthew Weiner, b. 1965) he chronicles the events at a fictional advertising agency during a period before he was even born, starting in 1960. And in its way (because I know too much about what is going to happen already) this series stands out in its ability to tell the story of the times and how they were a'changin' better than anyone has for the obvious reason that he started with interesting characters, cast great if largely unknown actors, and have provided them with powerful writing.

Last night we took in the episodes The Fog and Guy Walks Into An Advertising Agency back to back.

Let me start by saying my brother tipped me off, maybe a few months ago, that there will be an awful moment involving a lawnmower. And let me say that, in spite of this warning, when someone literally rides a John Deere mower into the office of Sterling Cooper, I was paying such deep attention to all the details of every storyline, that it didn't even occur to me that I was looking at a lawnmower and that something terrible was about to happen.

Back up. So Don's wife Betty (January Jones) is having their third child. Watching childbirth on TV, anything to do with it, always presents an ick factor for me. Because I know what it is to be afraid, every single time. Sometimes they die, these things happen. But not on TV. Even the episode of Six Feet Under, a TV show about death, gave one of the main characters a preeclampsia scare which concluded with a healthy baby and mother. These things happen, except not on TV.

Well, there was that one episode of E.R. I watched, the only episode of E.R. I ever watched, where Doctor Mark Green misses the signs, but even in that one the mother dies, not the baby. Never the baby.

Actor Matt Bushell has a featured role as a prison guard who is expecting his first child and shares the waiting room with Don (John Hamm).  The wife and I were marveling afterwards at what totally amazing scenes they shared together. Bushnell had this incredible, fully-formed character for these few scenes, going emotionally toe-to-toe with John Hamm, it's just another example of what great writing and acting and directing has the potential to be. The guard's anxiety and fear about losing his wife (who is having a very difficult labor, it is a breech birth) and what might happen if he needs to raise a child on his own are palpable and real. His euphoria at the news of the birth of his first child, a son, are beautiful.

After Don's child is born, he visits Betty in the hospital with flowers. He passes the guard pushing his wife down the hall in a wheelchair, Don smiles brightly, the guard looks blank, catches Don's eye, a smile of recognition flickers but then he looks down and away. Cut to Don, who appears confused.

It's such a brief moment. It's never referred to again. These things happen. Who caught that?

Episode reviews:
TIME: Like many of you, I wasn’t sure exactly what to make of the shamed look Dennis [the guard] seemed to give Don when he ran into him in the hallway. But I wonder if it goes back to his pledge that having the baby would make him “a better man,” and realizing now that it was just nerves and the Johnnie Walker talking.

The A.V. Club: And what does the later scene when the two men pass each other in the hall mean? Dennis can’t acknowledge Don. Is he a reminder of a promise already broken?

The Guardian: When Dennis ignores him later on, you almost wonder if their exchange really happened.
Most reviews I found do not even mention this moment. They were all so preoccupied with the guard, with Don, and with Don's issues, no one notices what is so terribly obvious.

The guard, his wife. There is no baby.

As for Guy Walks Into An Advertising Agency - one of the most (literally) painful puns in the history of television - I can hardly share the pertinent details. Suffice to say I woke several times in the middle of the night, rubbing my feet together like a neurotic grasshopper.

What is shocking to me is that this program, Mad Men, which received a great deal of attention at the outset because it featured smoking and drinking and wild office parties, and presented this kind of nostalgia for the good old days when men were men and women were women and no one sued you for being an asshole in the workplace, evolved slowly (but not that slowly) into a rumination on the fragility of human existence.

Even in the midst of an ordinary day, you can die. Someone you love might die. A complete stranger can be horribly maimed, right in front of you. You can put your love hope and trust into another person who will hurt you. You can be vaulted from joy to the deepest sorrow, in a moment, just by moving through the ordinary pathways of life.

I have watched in horror as my wife split her brow, my son's skull was fractured, my daughter's forehead gashed, and I have held a dead baby. Ordinary life fucking scares me.

If moments like the lawnmower incident were commonplace in the storyline, the show would be grotesque. Seeming as it so totally random (except, come on people, don't drink and mow) is to me just one more reminder that these things happen, all the time, and we must be careful.

Temperature: 41°
Climate: cold
Gear: shorts, short-sleeved
Distance: 3.25 miles
Weight: 176.5 lbs.

Running once a week just does not cut it. However, we did have a freak snowstorm on Wednesday night, tree branches fell all around town, numerous just split down the middle or fell over entirely, due to the wet, heavy snow held by leaves which had not yet fallen.

We lost many branches, though the old tree held together. Sidewalks are wet as the snow has melted from them, but many sidewalks are blocked by branches or trunks which our dear city has not yet taken the time to clear.

This is no excuse, though. I do not need to wait until the serious winter snows before resuming upper-body training. The wii is waiting.

Hold It Now, Hit It Playlist
Berzerk - Eminem
Going Back to Cali - LL Cool J
The New Style - The Beastie Boys
Don't Believe The Hype - Public Enemy
Me Myself and I - De La Soul
Pop Goes the Weasel - 3rd Bass
The Message - Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five

By the way, I went back to watch that moment in the hallway of the hospital again, that moment between Don and the guard. Such a brief moment, but just before the scene ends, Don understands what happened, you can see it. Brilliant.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

I was thirsty, so I drank.


Okay, this has become a thing. I had a run yesterday morning. My foot was fine all day. I mean, it felt better than it had in a week. I wake in the middle of the night, and I have to readjust the position of my foot because it hurts. And it hurt all morning. Rest hurts. Discuss.

Distance: 4 miles
Route: Neighborhood loop

Temperature: 48º
Climate: cool. nice.
Weight: 166.5 lbs,
Breakfast: Chocolately Cream O' Wheat
Hydration? yes
Stretches? no

New For 2012 Playlist
Ho Hey (157 bpm) - The Lumineers
Feel So Close - Calvin Harris
Change of Time - Josh Ritter
By Surprise - Gemini Club
Lay Your Cards Out (feat. Mike Noyce) (161 bpm) - POLIÇA
We Are Young (feat. Janelle Monáe) - Fun.
Paddling Out - Miike Snow
What Makes You Beautiful - One Direction
Black Magic - Magic Wands



Sunday, April 22, 2012

Don't run away. It's only me.


"How come my foot hurts?" - Christopher McDougall, Born to Run

The past several days I chose not to run. Rest is good. However, so is seeing a doctor and getting the right shoes. But I digress. I chose not to run. In fact, if you had looked through the window of my front room* on Thursday evening, for example, just after dinner, you would have seen a nine year-old in a chair, an almost-seven year-old kneeling over the couch next to his mother, and I in another chair, reading. All of us, quietly reading. And that was better than running, by far.

However, Friday was also prohibitive, as was Saturday. Randy M. did an assessment of my foot. His girlfriend has been suffering from Plantar fasciitis, and though my pain has been on the top of my feet, there has developed associative pain beneath. This is not good. He recommended ice and elevation, which I have entirely failed to do, but who cares, Randy's not some fucking doctor, screw him.

A few weeks ago, the ex-wife asked if I had read Christopher McDougall's Born to Run. I had to admit that not only hadn't I read it, but that I have a copy that was given to me one or two Christmases ago, staring me from the bookshelf.

In the past several days I have 1. finished the first draft of a new play for Great Lakes and 2. completed editing Henry VIII for Cleve Shakes. Right now I am in the fourth of five weekends of performances at Beck Center, I am not in the process of memorizing anything at all. For the first time in a very long time, I have leisure time to read. And so I am reading Born To Run.

I am looking forward to where it goes, though it begins with a demoralizing premise -- runners don't become stronger, running a lot does not make you more resistant to damage. Running a lot is damaging. It's like assuming that since you are hitting yourself in the head with a bat, one day getting hit in the head with a bat will not harm you.

My left foot hurts. I believe I have damaged it. I have two choices, the only two choices a runner has in these situations: Stop running. Run anyway.

Week 14 Total: 19 miles
Training to Date: 372 miles

Distance: 6 miles
Route: Neighborhood loop

Temperature: 28º
Climate: light rain & chilly ... then sun
Weight: 167 lbs.
Snack: chewy granola bar
Hydration? yes
Stretches? yes

I am tired of cold. Still, felt good to get out. The Cain Park Neighborhood Association was out in force, picking up trash. Saw a few familiar faces (Hi, Kari!) The foot hurts. Not any more than usual. I have it elevated and iced (Thanks, Randy!)

155-159 BPM Playlist
Dead Man's Party - Oingo Boingo
Hey Ya - Outkast
Synchronicity II - The Police
Pretty Boys - Joe Jckson
Jaded - Green Day
Whammy Kiss - The B-52's
Mike Mills - AIR
Whip It - Devo
Steppin' Out - Joe Jackson
Puzzlin' Evidence - Talking Heads
The Long Hair of Death - Stereolab

Cooldown:
Driven To Tears - The Police

* Don't ever do this.

Monday, April 16, 2012

A key in the door. A step on the floor.

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Running, like walking, is an act of controlled falling. My movement coach told me that at school. As bipeds, humans intentionally throw themselves off their balance, safe in the knowledge that they will swing the other leg out to catch their fall. However, when this process is sped up, as with running, you want to be sure you know where you are going to land.

On my return journey Saturday, running on the sidewalk across the highway from Gordon Park, I had a bit of an accident. I stepped on a crack, an uneven coming together of two sections of sidewalk, causing overextension at the ball of my foot.

The pain was immediate, and I felt a contraction in the ball of my foot. I thought, "oh, damn." But I kept going, and it was not a problem, the pain subsided, and I finished in good time. The rest of the day went by all right, sore in all the usual places, but that went down. Even performed a ninety-minute play.

Sunday morning, I woke to find both my feet felt like tender, puffy sacks of shit. And the ball of my foot, where I'd hit it, felt bruised, or pulled, or something. Hmn. A little worried about that. The wife ran me a in nice epsom salt footbath yesterday morning, and she had suggested soaking it in a tincture of Arnica. Today it feels all right.

Distance: 4 miles
Route: Neighborhood loop

Temperature: 72º
Climate: balmy
Weight: 167 lbs.
Snack: banana
Hydration? not enough - humidity will kill you
Stretches? yes

150-154 BPM Playlist
Concealed Weapons [12" Version] - J. Geils Band
Shoe Box - Barenaked Ladies
Just Like Heaven - The Cure
Dance This Mess Around - The B-52's
Chelsea Dagger - The Fratellis
Outer Bongolia - Stereolab
Iris - Goo Goo Dolls
Radio Free Europe - R.E.M.

Slow morning.


"It All Starts With A Dream"
Stephanie Danelson
Ohio University Art 114 Stop Motion Project


(Thanks, Con.)

Sunday, April 08, 2012

I want you to know I feel completely at ease.

Damn you, Ridiculously Photogenic Guy.

Week 12 Total: 34
Training to Date: 321 miles

Wow. Yesterday I actually got a mild sunburn from my run.

And now seriously, why does my left foot hurt? On or around the lateral cuneiform bone. Anyone? Anyone? Anyone know why my lateral cuneiform bone hurts?


Distance: 4 miles
Route: Hocking River Bike Path

Temperature: 62º
Climate: God-like.
Snack: coffee
Hydration? yes
Stretches? yes

My Ever Changing Moods Genius Playlist
It's Only Natural - Crowded House
How She Threw It All Away - The Style Council
Maxine - Donald Fagen
Sowing the Seeds Of Love - Tears For Fears
Oliver's Army - Elvis Costello & The Attractions
New Frontier - Donald Fagen
Cruel To Be Kind - Nick Lowe
Headstart for Happiness (161 bpm) - The Style Council

Cooldown:
The Weaver - Paul Weller

Huh. Two Shakespeare quotes in one short playlist. Name them - both - and I will give you a dollar.