Just practicing my swing

In reference to my last post about the golf analogy, I am just practicing my swing at the driving range these days. Every run I am concentrating solely on moving in just the right way (i.e. heels doing this, core doing that, knees going like this, etc.) in order to reduce the possiblity of knee pain post-run. So far it has been working. However, I do miss just being able to go out and get lost in my thoughts during a run. I notice that if I let my mind wander that I start to jog instead of run, and that's when I get knee pain, so for now, I have to fully concentrate on the run until that style becomes routine enough that I can begin to enjoy running again. Ergo, I'm just at the driving range, but maybe I should call it the running range. : )

Getting It

I'm STILL not running, but this week I'm feeling almost hopeful with slightly less pain. My teammates are all keeping up on their running though--two just did a 10K race a couple of weeks ago, but I'll let them give the race report. One is training for her first marathon, and the other is getting back into the swing of things after having her second baby--surely they will all tell you about their past few weeks soon. :) Water running and swimming are still my only options right now. I'm bummed to be letting all my cute summer running gear be going to waste! I'm a running skirt addict, I think. Yes, I know I can wear them around the house, but I WANT TO RUN.

My husband recently purchased a used sailboat. We went out for our maiden voyage this past Sunday, unaware of just how big a 26' boat is when it's in the water and with a lot of wind (it looked SO much smaller in the storage lot!). Dear heavens-to-betsy--what an experience! Sailing is a passion of his, apparently discovered when he owned a little 14' Sunfish as a teenager. Well, running is a passion of mine--so after we got the mast down and were ready to head back home, I smiled and said to him, "I can't wait 'til my foot is better so you can come running with me." His response? "Huh? Running would kill me." So I retorted, "Yeah, I thought the purpose here today was for us to learn to share our passions with each other--did you not see my face as we nearly capsized on our return sail? That coulda killed me, too. My poor heart..." I walked toward the car, clutching my heart, but all the while laughing.

I think he gets it now.