After a notable absence from the blogosphere I am making a triumphant return.
I have been MIA for the past month as I have attempted to recover from what can best be described as the shin splint of DOOM and the subsequent problems that running on it for 8 weeks caused.
Words of wisdom: When something starts hurting like crazy perhaps stop running for a few days?? Get off the feet for a bit?? Don't run a 200 mile month!!???? (What a revolutionary idea!!) *said with the highest possible level of sarcasm and disdain* Seriously, sometimes it's hard to believe that I'm a smart lady with a high IQ (and no common sense what so ever. what a waste..)
Moving on. I officially got the go ahead to get back to a normal running routine last week. I believe I'll classify this as a "modified" normal routine because it appears that my weekly mileage leading up to MDI will be closer to 40 than to 50+. On a normal day, looking at that low mileage would send me into an apocalyptic state of fear for my 26.2 mile success. But, knowing what happened to my poor, battered bod under the strain of those 55 mile weeks I'm going to suck it up and give it a try. I have nothing to loose because I feel that I'm still teetering on the edge of potential injury (and hence, am being very, very- some might say overly, cautious.) I am profoundly aware that this is extremely out of character for me but being on the DL for weeks was ragingly sucktastic and I plan to avoid a repeat of that debacle.
I plan to give a legit recap of what I've been up to for the past month (highlights: eating tons of ice cream, drinking more than one beer a week, staying up past 7PM, having tons of free time on the weekends... WOW! Being a normal person is so strange....)
But for now, please enjoy some of the worlds worst race pictures.
For my first real speedwork in 7 (Yes, SEVEN) weeks a 5K seemed to be in order. It was rainy and disgusting and 5K's still suck my butt even after such a nice break from them. I almost sat down at mile 0.2 because at that point it seemed like much too much work. But I didn't want Eric to beat me because when that happens (and it won't) he'll never let me hear the end of it (and I'll get mad.)
So I manned up and ran the damn race.
|Yeah that's me in the green socks and the rain-soaked orange tank.|
Subtle. Classy. Understated.
Those are the normal words people use to describe me, duh...