Running Chick

I ran today. I wasn't going to run today, but when I got home I decided that I wanted to give it a try, mostly because the alternative was to sit around and mope about not running.

I originally only planned on going two miles total, but when I got to two, I decided to stretch it to three, then four and then finally ended up doing the entire five. I had to do the last mile running up and down M-26 because I was out of route options. That hill is killer, but not as bad as I thought it was going to be.

My blisters are pretty much healed and I'm down to one bandage per foot now rather than the elaborate bandage and taping mess I had last week. However, my feet are taking a serious beating.

Behold the hideousness that is my feet:


After every run, I like to get in at least 15 minutes of stretching and rollering. I do this in the middle of my living room floor and my kitty Simon is always thrilled to have me down on his level. He comes over, purring like crazy, and bonks me with his head, which is his way of saying he wants to be petted. After a bit, he lays down on the carpet and stretches with me. This happens every single time I stretch. Josh once complained that I don't have enough pictures on this weblog so here's some of Simon and I stretching tonight.

I did 45 minutes of weight training tonight in an effort to get rid of the bad attitude I've had since the Run From Hell yesterday.

Didn't work.

Still pissed off.

Grr.

And today was one of those days. Everything went wrong and my run was awful. Every step hurt, physically and mentally. I should have just taken the day off.