Halfway There

Quick update on my running life: I still don’t have one. I have continued to go to spin classes though, and realized that an hour of spin class probably gets my heart rate up more than three hours of running (at least at the pace I go). On Friday I went to a spin class and my knee started hurting (the left one though, which hasn’t been bothering me), so I had to submit myself to the ultimate embarrassment by leaving halfway through. Everyone stopped biking and pointed and laughed at me and it was horrible. I also am constantly humiliating myself by staying seated the whole time, instead of getting up out of the seat when the instructor tells us to, because I’m avoiding all weight-bearing activities right now. Nobody else knows this though, so I just look like a lazy asshole. This leads to a lot more pointing and laughing.

I’ve been especially avoiding weight-bearing exercise for most of the week to make sure I was okay to play my soccer game on Saturday. My mom/doctor advised me to not play soccer for now, and I partly followed her suggestion by only playing in one of the two games I had. During the game my knee didn’t even hurt the tiniest bit, and when I came home my mom looked at my tendon and said the swelling had gone down fifty percent. This is fantastic news. My plan is two more weeks of non-running, and hopefully that will set me up for a successful four weeks of training up to the Hood to Coast. I know that none of this is terribly exciting though, so here’s a fun picture of a guy who one time played the part of a retarded kid who liked running (Tom Hanks):

Perez Hilton says he peed his pants, but it looks to me like maybe he dribbled some water on them or something. Perez Hilton also drew the sad face, not me.

With all this not-running business I’ve had a lot of free time, so I made this photo collage of all my old leg pictures for you to enjoy (not sure how the hands snuck in there, please disregard those):