That Time I Sat and Cried on a Bike Path…

Oh… it was Monday, because thanks to the shitastic weather over the weekend I was trying to do my final long run before Cherry Blossom this weekend. Instead, I sat down and cried after 2 miles, before realizing I was 2 miles away from where I started and needed to get back there to go home. So I got up, and slogged my way back to the gym where my car was parked and pretty much admitted to myself that trying to run 10 miles this weekend might be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. And I bought a house in Wisconsin once, so that’s saying something.

I don’t know what I did to my hip, but I do know the 6 miler last weekend, followed by 3 miles on Monday and 4 on Wednesday did not help the situation at all. I’m super bummed, and really cranky, and I HATE quitting things, but it hurts to walk and when I run I feel like I’m carrying a completely dead leg that I just get no response from. So… uh I think I’m out, and I’m probably taking a pretty long break from running. I can’t even pinpoint what the problem might be, because it just hurts everywhere. The hip flexor, the side, even in the side of my butt. Sigh. I think I’m even more pissed because I was having such a good training up until I tweaked something. Oh well, maybe we’ll try another race in the fall.

I don’t really have anything else to talk about, except super nerdy stuff like how excited I am to put together the bookcases my roommate and I ordered and to organize my shoes by heel height and color tonight. Picture something like this:

I might get out of town for the weekend to take my mind of the fact that I’m supposed to be running a race, but we’ll see. Ok enough whining, there are worse problems in life to have. At least it’s kind finally feeling like spring? Kind of?

 

xoxo

I Have None of the Confidence…

In my ability to finish this race in 12 days on anything but my hands and knees. I did a long run on Saturday, and told myself if I couldn’t do six then the race wasn’t happening. Well, I wanted to turn around after one, but I am nothing if not stubborn so I somehow hung in there for another five. It hurt, and it was hard, and I felt like crapola the entire time (and the next day), but I did six, so as of right now the race is still a go. I predict death somewhere around Hains Point, so look for me there when you haven’t heard from me in a while.

I don’t know where those first three miles came from, probably part of the reason I wanted to keel over and die during the last one. Someone teach me how to control my pace? Thanks. My right IT Band is incredibly tight, because who doesn’t love old injuries that come back to play, but there’s no actual pain while running (I mean besides normal pain from pounding pavement for an hour) so I’m ignoring it for now and just stretching and foam rolling a lot. Guys, seriously though, am I going to die during this? Please tell me I’ll make it, haha.

After running, and then feeling depressing about my run, I pulled myself together for a night out with some of my favorite ladies. We hit up Cava in Clarendon for some wine and Tapas, which I annihilated because ya know, rungry. I was tempted to also hunt down a slice of pizza at the end of the night, but that probably had more to do with the 100 Bud Lights and Fireball than actual hunger. Unfortunately (fortunately for my waist line) the cab showed up before I could run away and buy a pizza.

pretties

We ended up at RiRa where there was a delightfully fun band playing, so we danced and drank, and then I spent all day Sunday on my couch in my sweatpants, because I felt I earned it. Come to think of it, the dancing is probably part of the reason why my legs and feet were extra sore Sunday. Oh and by dancing, I mean jumping around like an idiot.

xoxo

P.S. It’s snowing

P.P.S It’s March 25

 

 

 

Oh the Madness!

Happy Friday y’all! I’ve been super swamped at work the past two days, and by that I mean I’ve been live streaming March Madness and keeping track of my bracket. It’s intense, and awesome. I’m 13/17 picks wise at the moment, that epic Duke loss luckily screwed most everyone I’m in a pool with and not just me. So bring on the Madness, ha!

We’re currently sitting 16 days away from Cherry Blossom, and while I’m still not entirely sure my body is going to make it without completely falling apart I’m giving it my best. 4.12 miles last night in 40 minutes, and my tomorrow my first attempt at a long run since March 1. I also did a lot of foam rolling this week which seems to have broken up some of the tightness along my right IT Band, but has also left me feeling like someone repeatedly punched me. Really hard. You win some you lose some.

The weather for tomorrow looks fantastic though, and I’m interested to see how I feel in some warm weather. Then I plan on planting my ass somewhere outdoors, drinking some beers, and watching more basketball. Basically an ideal day right there, and I plan on embracing this one day of warm weather, because well then there’s this.

I can’t even. GTFO of here winter. Let’s move on to something less depressing than the thought of snow on March 25, I used a majority of my bonus this year to pay off 1) my couch that I bought last summer 2) my American Express card 3) my J.Crew card and 4) a large portion of my Master Card balance, but I saved just a little bit to get some thing for myself that I could use.

new running kicks… neon naturally

neutral patent flats

I also could use a new pair of white jeans, and some new sheets as mine are rapidly approaching 4 years old and are kinds wearing thin. Anywhoodle, that’s all from me. Hope all your brackets aren’t completely busted yet, keep your fingers crossed for me on my long run tomorrow!