Though running with an injury is much, much harder. So hard that I am beginning to wonder if athletic activity and I are fated to be enemies. For those that remember, the last time I attempted to train for my very first running event, my ankles gave out on me. Evidently this year, when I am training for an even longer race, my natural un-coordination is going to be my downfall. My ankles are fine. Over ten days after falling down the stairs (no, I wasn’t drunk), my bruised tailbone – still – is not.
I normally wouldn’t think a little tailbone pain would have anything to do with running. But it is both uncomfortable to sit and to move around. This makes completing the 30/30 Challenge, well, challenging. Here I was assuming the icy sidewalks and heavy snow boots would be getting in my way of blog challenge victory. In truth, heavy footwear isn’t nearly as much an impediment to agility as you’d think. I’d take a little thumpiness over sitting on a doughnut any day.
Besides, the coccyx jokes are, as I am sure you can imagine, getting a little tired.
I have managed to keep walking my usual amount, or pretty close to it. Shiva and I have been getting at least sixty minutes in outside each day. It’s less than what she would like but about as much as I can handle right now. Considering the freezing temperatures and aforementioned ice, I am not going to be too hard on myself. Though we will not achieve my goal of running thirty minutes a day, we are still getting out there. Not a total loss. Once I heal up I vow to try again. Maybe February will prove a kinder month?
The injury unfortunate has proved to be helpful in other ways. For instance, it has provided me with inspiration and opportunity for working on another blog challenge: Train Your Dog Month. There is nothing like a sore butt to motivate you to work with your dog on heeling.
All that treacherous ice puts fear in my heart these days. I am terrified of the idea of prolonging my pain by injuring myself further. Shiva is pretty good while walking on a leash these days but every now and then the nose will drive her forward. No amount of “ack! I’m gonna fall!” gets in her way of a good garbage scarf.
To save my battered behind, as well as my sensitive pride, we’ve been working on a new cue. When I say “slippy”, Shiva is learning to move closer to my side and slow her trot to a slow walk. She is to keep up the slowed pace until I give her a release. So far, she is picking it up pretty well. Treats help, of course. As does the fact she struggles on the icy paths almost as much as I do. If it’s super dangerous, I will put her in a sit-stay and walk ahead alone, only calling her to join me once I am past the deadly fall zone.
Foundation training. It never gets old.
Furthermore, because we haven’t been getting out during the week as much as she would like, I am working with Shiva a lot more inside the house as well. If I can’t run her to exhaustion outdoors, I’d better work her brain into a sleepy stupor in. We have a few new tricks in the works. I don’t want to give them away just yet in case they come to nothing. We’ve also made some headway with the whole Shiva holding objects in her mouth thing. She still doesn’t love it, though. It’s hard to eat when holding a leash in her jaws.
When all else fails there is the toilet paper roll game. And the never-ending fun of tossing kibble to the other side of the house while watching Shiva scramble. That’s always good times. I recently found this great article on 50 ways to use a Kong. Number twenty-two might give us some variety, and save me from cleaning up a mess of paper.
With a little luck and a lot of patience, we’ll get through this injury together. I hope.