BUT the strangest running injury to date has nothing to do with calves or feet. It is a mole. That is right. A mole. I told you it was strange. Tuesday evening I was getting ready for a bed when I felt something irritated on my back. Thankfully The Hubs is home so he checked it out for me. It was a mole, or it used to be a mole. Ick. My bra had literally rubbed it nearly away! Ugh. I can’t handle that. It was just icky. So Wednesday morning I promptly made a Dr. apt to get it checked out. I spend too much time in the sun to not worry about a creepy mole.
I went to my Dr. appointment Wednesday afternoon and had to fill out a questionnaire mostly about feelings of depression or wanting to hurt myself, loss of interest in things I used to love (military health care here people…they have to check). All was good until I got to the question asking, “Have you fallen in the last three months?” Are you kidding me? Do I HAVE to answer this? Really do I need to be any more humiliated? Fine. YES. The nurse had a good time with that when I explained how I ate pavement just about 2.5 weeks ago.
Anyway, back to the moley. The Dr. examined it. Then mentioned a mark across my back that looked like something had been rubbing it. I mentioned it could have been my sports bra, he said No. Could it have been my heart rate monitor? No. Whatever, I am 99.99% sure it was my bra, this Dr. doesn’t quite understand 13.1 miles in rain with no Body Glide. I forgive him, I know what caused it. The mole is going to be ok but I am having a different one taken off today. Gross. TMI? I kind of wish they would take the irritated one off too but he said it looked fine, I have no idea how it LOOKED FINE, it was practically rubbed off. But that is my story of the strangest running injury ever.
So this week I have to get new running shoes and a new sports bra. Shopping!
Removing a mole.
My legs and that they are feeling rested and back to normal.
My new retainer.
Lunch and leftover Pesto Pasta and Chicken!



