You're an inspiration to us all, you beautiful Canadian bastard.
WEATHER: Chilly, windy.
MILES THIS WEEK: Erm….13ish.
WHERE TO: Thus far? Barely a block from home today.
MOOD: Fragile in body, lazy in spirit. Also kind of itchy.
Nothing in my body is quite back to any sort of normalcy yet since last weekend. It took a whole three days before I could stand up or sit down without vocalizing. My walk was particularly pitiful-looking, so much so that my editor at work told me on Monday that, instead of me going to talk to him in his office when he hollered for me (for my workplace is the apex of professionalism), we could just yell across the hall to each other.
As it stands right now, running again is still tough. I know, I know; I had planned on a luxurious month or so of doing anything but running post-race. Biking! Power-walking! Jazzercising! 1980s Jane Fonda aerobics videos! Shakeweights! Learning to play the theremin! Calming the house thermostat wars! Working on my issues with relatively innocuous words like “naughty,” “fungible,” and “hosiery”!
It's yellow, you Reston bastards, so you'll NEVER KNOW.
MILES THIS WEEK: BLAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
WHERE TO: Beyond the realm of mere mortals, to the place where only gods dare tread.
(By which I mean Boonesboro, MD, to Williamsport, MD)
As I type this, I am experiencing a level of leg-and-foot discomfort like I have never known before.
And yet. I feel the need to let you know that…
This is how I plan to look tomorrow.
MILES THIS WEEK: <freakout>
WHERE TO: <vom>
OK, team. Housekeeping first:
1) We have a Twitter account! Why, you ask? Because it’s apparently what you’re supposed to do. And if every other blog jumped off a cliff, you bet your ass I would. So there.
2) The About page has also been updated. Oh, girl.
Now. Back to the twitching. Because tomorrow, as you all may know, is THE BIG RACE. O God. And do I know what to expect? No, I do not. All I know is that I feel nervous, excited, a little fat (don’t judge), and worried that I’ll sleep through the 8 alarms I’m going to set.
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WEATHER: 60 — unseasonably warm
MILES THIS WEEK: I don’t wanna talk about it.
WHERE TO: Zoo, Rock Creek Park, etc.
It’s been a rough week in runningland. After the pain-train doubleheader of marathon one weekend, uber-long runs the next, my legs have been in a downright pissy mood.
Tuesday morning found me whimpering as I laced up my shoes. Wednesday morning, I only made myself go for a 5-mile death march by promising myself a bagel containing a veritable cream-cheese-‘splosion once I got to work.
THE FEMALE BODY IS A BEAUTIFUL THING.
WEATHER: 45ish at running time, gradually warming to 53ish.
MILES THIS WEEK: Who even knows?
WHERE TO: Great Falls and back.
MOOD: Perhaps less embarrassed than I should be.
Today’s embarrassing-running-story is brought to you by…
- The Great Falls Visitor Center
- The C&O Towpath
- Target running shorts
- Stray tree branches
- The phrase, “Read to the end before you yell, ‘GROSS!’ and pledge to never read my blog again.”
- …because (as the title implies) IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK.