Woe is me
A plague on Achilles tendinitis. My usual cardio (bike and elliptical, mostly) exacerbates the fuckedupedness of my right ankle. If it doesn't stop pouring here soon so I can walk outside, I shall be forced go to the gym to walk on the treadmills along with the old white dudes who watch Fox news. Really excited about that prospect, let me tell you.
There's no magic way to fix tendinitis, just a bit of ice, a lot of Aleve and stretching, and avoiding activities that hurt it so it has a chance to heal. Which takes approximately forever, or at least that's how it feels. So now my clothes are getting tight and I'm worrying about my cardiovascular health in addition to nursing this damn ankle. Feh, I say. Feh!
Slow, boring walking it is. And less booze and butter.
Woe!
(This entry was originally posted at my dreamwidth.)
There's no magic way to fix tendinitis, just a bit of ice, a lot of Aleve and stretching, and avoiding activities that hurt it so it has a chance to heal. Which takes approximately forever, or at least that's how it feels. So now my clothes are getting tight and I'm worrying about my cardiovascular health in addition to nursing this damn ankle. Feh, I say. Feh!
Slow, boring walking it is. And less booze and butter.
Woe!
(This entry was originally posted at my dreamwidth.)