January 21, 2012
I completely went off the deep end and decided to see if I could run 40 miles in a week. Yeah. Made it to 34.5, and pulled a hamstring. Worse yet, I knew I shouldn't have. Sarge told me not to. I even forgot to stretch. Wound up limping the last half mile home in 30-degree weather, sweat freezing on my face, feeling utterly dejected. Now I'm on day #2 of sitting on the couch with a heating pad, I feel so fucking useless. I am more than upset with myself. Running is such a big part of who I am, and now I can't. I can barely walk to the damn kitchen, which is just as well because now I can't even run off the shit I shove down my gullet. Needless to say, I feel shitty. More mental than physical, although it hurts like a son of a bitch. I just don't know what to do with myself if I can't run. Sarge and I are supposed to run a 5K in Myrtle Beach next month, so I guess that's my new goal. To get myself healed properly so I can run next month, a piddly ass 5K. I am sad. I am bummed. I am bored. And I am sad. But anyway. I thought I was Superwoman. Now I feel like Stupidwoman. But I will learn. I'll be smarter next time. I will get better. Maybe I will listen to people who know what they are talking about when they tell me that running 7 miles for the 5th day is a row is DUMB. Can you tell I'm whining like a little bitch? If you haven't noticed, I am. Like a little bitch. But it's my damn blog. And my leg hurts. And I'll whine like a little bitch if I want to.
2 minions who have sucked on my crap:
I can't even listen to that song but now it's stuck in my head. And I think in the rule book I saw somewhere that a pulled hamstring allows you 3.42 days of whining so you've got plenty of whine time left. At least you'll have something to do while you're relaxing.
Massage is your best relief . Get you up and running in a day.
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