Sunday Wrap Up: 58 Days

58 days ago, I went for a 21 mile run, and when I returned, my foot kind of hurt. In the ensuing 57 days, I have run a total of two times (three, if you count the solitary mile I 'fessed up to last week). Two runs, in two months.

By some miracle (read: SoulCycle), I have managed to not double in girth in that time. However, there is absolutely no telling how my running speed, or endurance, has suffered in the last two months, (not to mention the ten months before that when I avoided the track like it was a vector for STDs...).

Suffice it to say, my triumphant return to running on Wednesday will be interesting, and walking running the fine line between training and stress fracture: part two will be a challenge. But after two months of mandated leave, here's hoping I am equal to the task.

Just this once, a stress fracture weekly wrap up:

Number of Miles Walked This Week: 17. I don't count my daily commute to work and back each day, just the miles that are intentional "exercise." Non-sweaty, stoplight-riddled "exercise..."

Number of Spin Classes Attended This Week: 3. I max out at three, as developing a case of crotch rot would sort of undermine the whole "not doubling in girth while injured" thing I've worked to achieve.

Total Workout Time This Week: 5 hours 38 minutes.

Number of Beers Consumed This Week: y=mx+b. Some things never change. Those things inckude my mastery of math, and my proclivity for fine intoxicants.

Types of Beers Consumed This Week: Maine Beer Company's Mo, Zoe, and Peeper Ale; Harpoon IPA, Guinness, Westbrook's Shane's Big DIPA.

Cross your fingers for me on Wednesday. But not your toes - can't risk 'em again.