Running: Waiting

I have determined without a doubt that I will not be running in tomorrow’s White Rock Half-Marathon.  In the five days since I injured my knee on the trails of Cedar Ridge Nature Preserve, I have walked a lot, iced my knee, pressed it, tested it.  But I hadn’t tried to run on it.  At Kiest Park today, I took five running steps and could run no farther.  I’m not sure what that means.  I guess I’ll need to see a doc to figure out whether it’s something temporary that’ll go away after a little more rest, or something permanent and in need of repair.  I hate to even think that it may be quite awhile before I can run again.

I got plantar fasciitis a couple of years ago, because I was trying to run in shoes barely suitable to walk in.  In a very short time, the heel pain began and I couldn’t run.  I bought some great SAS walking shoes and some good running shoes, and after a couple months I was ramping back up, and the problem hasn’t recurred.  But it would be a drag to have to work back up to the distance I was getting used to.  I may have no choice but to wait.

Also waiting to get final mixes of final three songs from my recording project. 

This morning, listened to several Horace Silver albums, including the classic Blowin’ the Blues Away and the 1983 album Spiritualizing the Senses, featuring Eddie Harris.  (My LP cover is signed!)  I love all periods of Horace Silver stuff, including the late sixties/early seventies ultra-kitschy “Healing Feeling” series of  songs with self-help themes, sung with period verve.  Silver’s dad, immortalized by Horace’s Latin jazz classic “Song for My Father,” was from Cape Verde.  This little island off the west coast of Africa produced another musical wonder, the morna singer Cesaria Evora.  Their music doesn’t have a lot in common (although I could hear Ms. Evora singing “Song for My Father”), but I put both in the category “everything I’ve heard by them consistently good.”

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