ow, my groin!

Sometimes its tough being Jenny.

I hurt my groin muscle somehow.  I am not exactly sure how I did it.  It began hurting a little about two weeks ago (right before my last chemo session), and I thought the time off from running around chemo would make it better.  It didn’t.  I ran on it a few times and it has gradually become such a problem that I am limping when I walk.  Its also very badly swollen.

So, I am taking a few days off in hopes of improving it.  Its a strange pain — it hurts not only in the groin area but all the way down my leg into my shin.  It is entirely possible, however, that the shin part of the pain is just from my modifying my stride to deal with the groin injury.

Since I am hurt and unable to run much, you’re getting to enjoy more Civil War posts — I have more time and there’s nothing running to write about when I am hurt!

Of course, I couldn’t hurt my knee or ankle.  Noooo.  Jenny has to hurt her groin.  How undignifed.

I got in a fight with a tree root.

Tree root 1, Jenny 0.  Rematch tomorrow?!?

I got in a fight with a tree root today. And I found out that even the bugs don’t like me anymore. Boo hoo. Poor Jenny. Even the bugs don’t want to eat her anymore.

I have no clue why I posted this picture — its obviously way over-exposed. (Ok, in truth I meant to stick another picture here and I am just too lazy to switch them now.)

So I went running in the park like usual — this time on the bridle trail. Now the bridle trail really doesn’t have any tree roots — some loose rocks and stuff, but nothing dangerous. But I couldn’t stick to the nice tame bridle trail. Nooooo, Jenny had to go off cross country.

There’s a path that runs roughly parallel to the bridle trail but is closer to the river and is pretty much a single track. That’s what I took off on today.

All well and good until you guessed it. A tree root jumped up and I went tumbling.

(Oh and here is a better not so overexposed picture of Jenny. Jenny is all arms and legs. hahaha.)

I just scraped my knee a little bit. But it bled some. I thought being that close to the river I would attract bugs but apparently not even the bugs want to bite me anymore. I guess chemo tastes bad to them. Finally. A good side effect of chemo.

The highlight of the run — other than my oh so graceful fall — was seeing a pair of wood ducks.