About a year ago I learned that it wasn't really my knee that was bothering me, it was my iliotibial band (a band that runs from one's hip to right above one's knee). So, I started stretching more, and being more careful about warming up before runs.
What I did NOT do was strengthen some of the surrounding stuff so that my poor IT band didn't have to work so hard. Abs and back and hamstrings and all sorts of other stuff should be strong so that nothing has to overcompensate.
And I'm pretty sure there's a broader self-care and growth lesson here-- that there are areas that we choose not to strengthen, and thereby something else gets injured. What comes to mind for me is that I'm trying to sort out some major life decisions, but I'm not in prayer as often as I was a few months ago (when it felt like a "have to" instead of a "want to").
So, I'm going to try to do some core exercises-- a little ab work, maybe try to get to yoga a little more often. And I'm going to see what I can do about my other core, too.
Kristin Armstrong just typed in a similar vein over at Runner's World. Her blog is absolutely worth reading.
1.13.2009
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"So keep fightin' for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't you forget to have fun doin' it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin' ass and celebratin' the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after how much fun it was."
-Saint Molly Ivins
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Would you like to be the guest speaker at a women's retreat?
ReplyDeleteEverything you say always resonates so tunefully with me!
Charlotte, I'd love to. But the resonation-- I'm not sure it would work for a whole room. It might just work on kindred spirits. ;)
ReplyDeleteOh, I just read this GREAT quote, emphasis mine:
ReplyDeleteA great friendship was like a great work of art, he thought. It took time and attention, and a spark of something that was impossible to describe. It was a lucky, happy accident; finding some kindred part of yourself in a total stranger.
Thanks for sharing so much of yourself here, ol' buddy. I love reading your blog, and hearing about your own journey is unfolding.
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