
Lobster Dog is glad to be back. (Image via http://dogfort.wikidot.com/red-lobster).
WEATHER: Somewhat humid. Which for DC in July, is completely gloriously beautiful, compared to the usual heavy urban fug of unnatural, can’t-fan-yourself-without-dripping-with-sweat humidity plus bus-farts plus garbage truck waftings.
MILES: 17.
MILES THIS WEEK: Enough.
WHERE TO: A little past the C&O Towpath 6-mile marker, then back.
MOOD: Life is beautiful.
TODAY’S RUNNING SONG: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdrFBwwWJ44
ADDITIONAL NOTES:
Guys, it’s taking a lot of ibuprofen, ice, physical therapy, heel lifts, orthotics, yoga, and elbow grease, but we are back in business <pumps fist, does gratuitous pelvic thrust>.
Currently the tentative goal is to do the On the Road for Education (Mason City, IA) marathon in October, assuming my various foot tendons don’t snap/swell to the size of golf balls/punch me in the face. But the REAL goal — dropping the expensive gym membership, throwing a few gels in the sports bra, and occasionally nearly-heaving in the bushes next to the C&O towpath — well, that has been met. And there is much rejoicing.
I will now take questions from the audience.
Q: How well do you expect to do in the Mason City marathon?
A: Very well — top 30 among women, I’m thinking.
Q: That’s ambitious. Are you sure you can do it?
A: Positive.
Q: Wait. Weren’t there only 26 female finishers last year?
A: Shut up.
Q: How are your feet?
A: The tendons are sort of sore, but I did today have my first broken-off toenail incident in years.
Q: How did it feel?
A: Like drinking the blood of a unicorn-magical koala hybrid. Like staring Sauron in the face and then kneeing him in the balls. Like going on a piggyback ride on Sasquatch through the peppermint forest. Like victory.
Also, like knowing I’ll have one hell of an ingrown toenail in a few weeks.
Q: Uh-huh. Are you, as we speak, sitting on your futon and barely breathing as you attempt to slowly lower your heels into the absolute-effing-zero-ice-bucket-of-pain?
A: I prefer to refer to it as the absolute-effing-zero-ice-bucket-of-pain-and-redemption.
Q: Have you written a song about recovery?
A: Yes I have.
<to the tune of “Goodnight Ladies”>
I got my feet back.
I got my feet back.
I got my feet back.
Popping my blisters now.
Q: <wipes tears> That’s very moving.
A: You’re telling me.
It’s good to be back, y’all.