Running Chick

The good news: my calf is all better. The bad news: my shin splints (MTSS) are back I did three runs this week, but it's become pretty obvious that if I don't take a bit of time off to rest them, there will be no Eagle River HM for me. **sigh, grr** I was really hoping that this time I'd be able to make it through training without anything major, but it's just not to be. **depression** At least it looks like it's going to be good bike riding all next week so between that, the elliptical machine at the gym and turbo yoga, I'll be able to keep my fitness level up. That's good. But man, this is FRUSTRATING!

I did 10 kick-ass miles this morning and for once it was not my ass that got kicked. My average pace was 9:55! Nine-freaking-fifty-freaking-five! I kept on looking at my watch and thinking it was wrong. My mile splits were (almost) all negative. Geez, what the hell! And then, because the Running Gods never seem to let me get too full of myself, they decided to gift me with a nasty little calf pull just to remind me that I pretty much suck at running. So now, after running 10 MILES AT 9:55, I’m looking at this bullshit.  Screw you Running Gods, now I remember why I’m agnostic.

Thank goodness I know an RN who can give me good medical advice.  RN Liz over at This Finngarian Mama has prescribed RICEDB: rest, ice, compression, elevation, drugs and booze. 

Best medical advice ever, I shall not let her down!

Today was cold and blustery so that meant I had to log my 3 miler on the treadmill. The only good part about my session was that I got the treadmill next to the window.  I watched the wind blow the snow around to near-zero visibility and tried to remind myself that I should be happy that didn't have to run outside. Instead, I kept on thinking that it didn't look too bad and I was being wimpy. Then, the podcast that I was all set to listen to freaked out and locked up my iPhone, which meant I had nothing to listen to. Bah. Then, thanks to overdoing it with the weights on Monday, my legs felt like lead.  Every step was torture. Then, I got home and could barely get my car into it's spot because my retarded neighbors parked directly across the street from my driveway. Grrr. Yeah, I know.  Whine, whine, whine.  Hmmm..wine.  Do I have any wine?  I could use a glass or three about now. Let's toast to me having a better day tomorrow, shall we?  Cheers!