February 28, 2009
If you don't believe that exercise remodels the brain chemistry, try exercising habitually for say, uh... I don't know... 12 years, then stop suddenly... because you have... oh, I don't know... a strain in the obliques maximus (pronounced oh-bleek-ess max-i-mus).
There's no such thing as the obliques maximus. But when I've got an injury, however paltry it might be, it always occurs in the maximus. Tendinitis in the ankle? Tendinitis in the ankelous maximus. Metatarsal stress fracture? Stress fracture of the metatarsal maximus. Blister? Blisterious maximus. Plantar Fasciitis? Fasciitis in the plantar maximus. Iliotibial band syndrome? Syndrome of the Iliotibial band maximus.
Injuries are funny creatures with nagging personalities. Not only do injuries inflict physical pain, they creep into the cerebellum with doomsday logic. What if I can't run again?! Is it permanent?! What if I lose the conditioning?! What if I can't wear my cute outfits?! What will I do with alll of those extra sharpies?!
With this particular strain of the side abdominal maximus, a distinctly haunting theory wagered its way into my thought process.... Can I still be the rabidrunner if I don't run?
I say yes.
If the legs ain't racing, my mind will surely compensate. There's also that whole foamy mouth thing. That'll never go away.