First and foremost, Happy Veterans Day. Thank you so very much to all those who bravely serve and sacrifice for our country. Especially to my sister, brother in law, my cousins, uncle, and grandpa. Freedom is not free. And I respect and appreciate everything you do.
Weez and I have been running buddies for almost 3 years. Ever since we discovered we both share a passion for running, practically every.single.run I’ve ever gone on since, has been with Weez. It’s a beautiful thing. And during my knee problems back in 2009 and again in 2010, Weez was the best support system I could ever ask for.
I remember then, hoping and praying that the same would never happen to Weez. But we’re runners… and runners know that injuries happen. Even when we’re healthy and doing nothing wrong. It’s kind of like the inevitable fear we all share.
After Sunday’s run and the migraine debacle, Weez mentioned that the bone on the inside of his ankle/shin area was starting to hurt him during the run. Not enough to stop him or scare him from running, but just enough to raise suspicion.
We decided to play it safe, and he spent the rest of the day icing, resting, etc. He didn’t come running with me on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. If I’ve learned anything about injuries, REST is your biggest medicine.
Thursday morning, Weez tried to come running with me. We weren’t 10 minutes into our run, when he stopped and just shook his head at me. I knew that look in his eyes. The disappointment. The concern. The same look I had time and time again, while trying to nurse back my injured knee.
The thing about Weez is, he will never complain. He will never say he’s hurting or upset. But the look in his eyes was enough for me to know something was wrong.
I don’t want to say the S.F. words, but I really really hope it’s not one. Weez loves running and I love running with Weez. He’s half the reason I get out to run every day. He’s a healthy, strong, thin runner. We only run 3-4 days a week… so it’s frustrating when stuff like this happens to people like him. But it’s part of life I guess.
So for the next two weeks (or more), I’ll be running by my lonesome while Weez plays it safe and stays at home. Lots of rest and calcium, and hopefully this will just be a little blip in his running radar!