No, its not some sort of Harry Potter thing. When I first was diagnosed with ms I referred to me seizures as spells. I am not sure why I went back to calling them seizures. Spells was such a cooler word, sounded very Victorian to me. Maybe something I would take Mercury to cure, possibly a blood letting would help. So I want to go back to that word, especially since I thought of a new use of it today.
On my run this morning, I had several really small spells. It was sort of going back to an old regularity in a way, the pattern where I would have one at the start and then several more around 6 miles into it and afterwards. The only difference is that these were really slight. I felt them, but they barely seemed to affect me, at least my movement anyway. In fact I was able to just run through them with no problems. Also, it wasn’t like before where it was difficult to do, I just kept on running. Anyway, the phrase I thought of (you might have guessed if you read the title of this entry) is “shadow spells”. I got a creepy kick out of it this morning.
On another note, this was my third eight mile day in a row. I was really feeling it towards the end. Pooped. But it was a beautiful morning, nice and cool. For the first part of the run I even found myself running in the sun to warm up. Toward the end it (and myself) was getting to hot to do that and I found myself looking for shade.
I am at my moms in Tallahasse and I could not have brought my bike, even if I wanted to, let me tell you…I am so missing my little bit of exercise.
I am jealous of you Mr. Bear!
When I can’t run for whatever reason, lack of time, crappy weather, injury, it is such a drag. We seem to get addicted to whatever sort of exercise we are doing. I don’t think it is an endorphin thing, I think we just hate to not do what we have come to know is so good for us. I have been thinking lately about why I like running. Do I actually like running or do I like being a runner. Maybe it is a combination of the two.
I just realized that I was calling you Bear…but that is not your blogging name(mman do I nee glasses).
What is your blogging name, and what does it mean…if I may?
My last name is Fusaro and my wife’s is Bedenkop, so Besaro was the combination of our names. It is also Yiddish word that means the physical trash left over after the comitting of a sin. Not what we intended!
Ruthann and I never changed our names, but we often refer to ourselves as Besaro with me being besaroboy. There you have it!