Confession. The Shin Who Shall Not Be Named (as Alma called it) is really bugging me. However, I absolutely refused to miss my last pre-Boston lunch run with Mel. (Wish her luck HERE.) I ran in my compression socks and I will ice TSWSNBN tonight with my awesome Active Wrap (review coming soon – I swear!). But I will be taking
a week several days off of running just to be safe. You know what that means…
Well, yes, I will be a total nightmare, but that wasn’t what I was talking about. Yep. The Bool. Luckily, I found my swim cap in the dirty laundry basket (don’t ask), so I won’t be sucking wet bangs into my lungs this time. Yay. I’ll admit I’m actually a little excited because Amanda sent me some cool swimming workouts to try. (If you see me post any running entries on DailyMile, feel free to yell at me.)
Today’s run was good and bad. I was super excited to run with Mel and have fun as always, but by the end of my first mile, I knew something was wrong with me. I felt like I was barely moving even though we were running around a 9-minute pace and when we approached Mile 2, I felt a tad dizzy. In fact, if Mel hadn’t been there, I probably would’ve stopped and walked back to work with my tail tucked between my legs. (It’s probably just The Universe again — ugh so annoying — trying to derail me. Or give me a warning about TSWSNBN. One of those.)
The two last fingers on my left hand have been tingly all day. Not sure if that has something to do with it. Also haven’t been getting enough sleep all week, so it may be catching up with me.
I am always trying to eat more fruit and veggies (or wedgies as we call them in our house). We belong to a produce co-op, so I pick up a new box of them every other Tuesday evening. I had the best tangelo yesterday! OMG. Like so good that I refuse to eat another one unless I can be assured it will be as delicious as that one. I really don’t have a hard time eating fruit, though. It’s the wedgies that I suck at.
There’s just more prep involved, I guess. Mr. T cut up cukes for me and washed me up some sugarsnap peas on Tuesday night. What a guy! Unfortunately, I dunked them in light ranch dressing…ANYWAY…
What raw wedgies do you like?
(I can’t do raw broccoli, so don’t even suggest it. It’s not that I don’t like it, I do…a lot. You know who doesn’t like it at all? My stomach.)
So I have this jacket I use for running in the rain. You’ve seen it. Ol’ Blue. It has lots of zippered pockets and a hood. We’ve had some good times…
|Ol’ Blue on a recent lunch run with Mel.|
|Ol’ Blue on Sunday’s 18 with Zoë.|
|Ol’ Blue’s very first run in 2009 with Zoë after
which the phrase “elbow puddles” was coined.
|Ol’ Blue in the snow!|
Ol’ Blue’s a great jacket despite the whole “elbow puddles” event of 2009. But it is not really a running jacket. I’m sure it has annoyed a great many running buddy with its swish, swish, swish sounds as my arms pumped back and forth, back and forth. Zoë’s too nice to say anything, but that had to have driven her nuts for 18.2 miles (or 3 hours and 7 minutes) on Sunday.
Well, Ol’ Blue is officially retiring from the running scene. He will now be my everyday rain jacket, which is great news because a lot of my other jackets are too big for me now. He’s roomy, but in a good way.
Thanks to Mel, I have not one, but two new-to-me running jackets (one still has the tags, one has been speedily broken in by a soon-to-be Boston marathoner – it’s good luck!). I knew something was up when she said she was going to stop by my office this morning, but I could not for the life of me figure out what it was. Boy, was I surprised! Thanks, Mel! (BTW, Zoë, our 20-miler will be a lot less swishy.)