So... the birthday week concludes.
Actually I'm just joking. You have a birthday, not week.
How did I spend the week?
Friday: Nothing. Lazy.
Saturday: Nothing. Resting in anticipation of...
Sunday: 13.6 wooded miles.
Monday: My piriformis hurt. Hamstrings were fine, quads were fine, but the right piriformis... So I rested.
Tuesday: Birthday rest.
Wednesday: On the DL
Thursday: Still on the DL
I was so excited about finally having a week that wasn't embarrassing, mileage-wise, but then... I fell off post-half. The piriformis was legitimate for a day, as was the birthday. And then... on Wednesday I got injured, sort of. I woke up Wednesday morning and packed my running clothes for the Lululemon run, but by the end of the day, I could barely put any pressure on my left foot. Did I mention in my Bear Mtn report that I thought I may lose another toenail? Well, now I can confirm that I probably won't lose it, but that it is in bad shape. I won't go into graphic details, but walking/running/weight bearing hurts. Sadly, I have time to go running but not to go to the doctor for the next few days (yes, I'll go if it gets worse).
No matter, as Wednesday I was just complete and total toast. My last night staying up until 3am to prep my classes (only to wake up at 8am to teach them). Of this semester. But... the furlough was canceled! Or blocked by a judge, anyway. And I won an ipad in a drawing at work. I celebrated by registering for a 5k.
I've also signed up for a 10k training program, sponsored by Foot Locker and Runner's World. That's a distance I'd like to improve at (...can we say, sub-one hour? a girl can dream!). And a free running club, conveniently located for me? Yes, please. It may interfere with my Lululemon Running Club, but it's more convenient.
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"