Attention elsewhere

The fact is, when you've got a bum leg (foot), you find other things to keep you busy. I managed to bust the foot, and have since made an appointment with a Sports Medicine Man.

On the more productive end of things, I'm bouldering this evening at Sport Rock in Alexandria and I'm working on this "goal setting" notion that my bad ass climbing friends do. They did 42 problems last Friday. I suppose I did about 35? I'll probably aim for 35 again. The thing about being at the gym is that I forget it's a workout (thankfully, because that's not my style). On the same token, I realize that setting goals will make me a better climber and actually help me in training for the race. It's just strange to goal set at climbing the way I would for a run...I'm forcing myself to do something I really like. Running - I like it because of how energetic and healthy I feel as a result - but the actual running part blows! Climbing, on the other hand, presents a different set of challenges and frustrations, but it's so much fun. (Regret from college: I didn't climb when I had every opportunity to. And I knew I liked it. But, I had my reasons).

Tomorrow morning, I hope to do a decent little run, at a slow pace. I'd like to go through Rock Creek Park, but that would probably make the run longer than it ought to be...and I think it's sort of unnecessary to drive to some place I want to run? Maybe? Ideally, I'll get my heart rate up and use the leg muscles I haven't used since Tuesday, without making the foot scream. I should add the feeling is not muscular - if I have no weight on it, I couldn't even tell you where it hurts. If I poke it and I'm not weighting it, it doesn't hurt. No swelling. No bruises. Very weird.

Side note - I like being a grown up. I can eat a can of sweet peas for breakfast (and I did this morning). Not that I would have gotten stopped for it as a kid...but I certainly would have gotten questions. I also like ice cream cake and warm soup with lots of cheese at breakfast. Cold pizza? Not a chance.