Back in the Game

My body is truly a peculiar thing. It’s been a struggle for me at times to understand it.

I’m mostly double jointed, I think. I’m the most flexible person in the family though I really don’t feel like it (and even the most flexible student when I actively took Tae Kwon Do — I could bring a broom in a complete 180 arc laying down without bending my elbows).

People say I am so how can I argue otherwise?

Injury-wise, I’ve put my body through a lot.

I’ve had numerous stitches. Lots of infections. Countless scars. One fractured elbow, one shattered elbow. Two operations. A broken nose. And a spranged everything at least once or twice.

Other things feel weird and then magically get better. I had a hip problem (seriously, it was whoobling) for 6 months that even netted me a Viox prescription, which was later pulled by the FDA since it caused heart attacks. Joy.

(Incidentally, I’ve already been part of two class action law suits already in my young life.)

Don’t even get me into how many weird effects I’ve experienced after SCUBA dives.

So now the theme for this year’s body problems is foot related.

I took up running last year after getting fat. Eating on the company’s dime for 3-4 meals a day in LA will do that to anyone. I went from 175 to 190 and horrified, started the “Aaron Wyatt Lifestyle Program for Success (TM)” which consisted of relatively no sugar and no eating out (except occasionally).

Yeah, I was horrified at gaining weight even though I was well under-weight. I make a big deal out of stuff like this (things I perceive of interrupting the balance of my life) — and I’m 165 pounds now as proof of the measures I’ll take to realign myself.

As is typical of life, once one problem is eliminated a new one crops up to take its place.

I’ve started hurting my feet, a lot. Inevitably it comes from landing on it wrong since I run on an uneven outdoors surface (running on treadmills sucks). The pain is intense and sometimes I can barely walk. I’m reasonably sure nothing is broken because within a week at most I’m always walking 3-4 miles a day.

After losing close to two months of running time over the last year, I once again consulted my fitness guru and he prescribed a new pair of high-support running shoes.

Brilliant deduction and googling the problem only reinforced its validity further.

(My brother should seriously start charging people for such advice.)

So now after two hours of trying on different shoes, I present to you the shoe to end all shoes:

Behold the Nike Air Max 360!

Grand total: $110.00. Ouch.

But the price I’d pay for ultimately going with a cheaper, less supportive option was one I simply wasn’t willing to poney up for.

Another problem annihilated with extreme prejudice.

Oh and this is essentially my first and last shoe-related post I’ll ever write.

I hope everyone enjoyed it.

July 9th, 2007 in Journal |