Well I finally did it. I got my big booty up and RAN.
Yes, ran.
Being that there is a little race coming up THIS weekend (Surf City Half Marathon) I thought it might be a good idea to run a little bit. Mind you, it's been like over 2 weeks since I've run. I don't know what's going on with me. 

I decided I would go for about 5 miles. At the turn around point, I was still feeling good so I kept running.
All is well.
Happy POM running along then at 5.5 miles...
BAM
I pulled something. I tried to walk it off. But damn, it hurt.
It's not quite my calf, but lower like deep Soleus (whatever the hell that means). So I limped the rest of way home. And it hurt.
It hurt all day. I wish Dr. Drew would come over and rub it out for me.
I knew this would happen. I'm not a novice. I should have taken it slow and increase my mileage slowly. Eased back into it. But NOOOOO, I still have it in my head that "I ran the marathon in 3:48, I can do anything" mentality. But, duh - I trained my butt off for that. I can't just go from Lazy Ass to Queen Runner without training.
Stupid POM (bangs head on wall).
I am going to try to do yoga tonight because in my whacked head, yoga cures all.
Then try again running tomorrow.
But this race, this race is scaring me. A frightened little runner, I am.
I'm doing it come hell or high water, but I'm not expecting to bash any P.R.'s or anything. I'm just going for fun and to meet some cool blogger peeps.
So let's have a little shout out to see who will be there....
Surf City... Calling All Surf City Runners....