I think I need a new sport. I was looking forward to a nice quick run this morning. Put on my new Brooks Capris (super comf). I was planning on running 6 miles fast – just a little test on my speed. Got about half a mile out and my run turned into a walk real quick.
EVERYTHING hurts again. I thought two days of rest would be enough. I’m starting to feel like a fat, bloated cow and I needed to run this morning. So I walked about another half a mile, thinking the knee and hip pain would loosen up. Plus UNK was in my ear telling me to “Walk It Out.” Who am I to argue with UNK, especially when remixed by DJ Nasty? I don’t want those guys pissed off at me.
I’m a mile away from home now, wishing I brought my cell phone to call El Cap to pick me up. I hobbled the mile back, literally. Old ladies were passing me. Old ladies with walkers (They must have been listening to “Walk It Out” too). I was humiliated, angry, frustrated and in pain. I almost faked tears.
Maybe I am addicted to Advil. Is that possible? I didn’t take any today. I wanted to try to go three full weeks without it. In my warped head, I thought going 3 weeks without it will make it better/stronger when I take it for the race. Is Advil addiction dangerous? Do you think my family will send me to Promises? Or better yet, to Cirque Lodge so I can stalk Lindsay Lohan and Richie Sambora. My best friend and I always said we would end up at “The Betty.” Knowing my luck, I would end up at some low-rent rehab with a toothless, ex-dancer from Reno.
Lesson Learned. Will rest more.