Tuesday, December 8, 2009

SLACKER!!!!

Ok, ok - I know. I was supposed to run on Saturday. And when I didn't get up Saturday morning, I was supposed to run Sunday night.... I said to myself, "Self, you have two weekend days. It won't matter if you save it for Sunday." And besides, I had a Christmas Party to get ready for and blah, blah, blah......... The voice got me. That's all there is to it. The little voice WON! Damn that little voice.

So, I conquer the little voice and get up this morning only to realize I have bigger problems to deal with. Two of them as a matter of fact - my knees. They are killing me. I haven't run in four days, so one would think they'd be rested enough. Nope. I started my brisk walk this morning, ignoring the pain that my knees have been causing me all weekend. I was excited because the plan starts some REAL running today. I had no idea if I could hang. I was so ready. I started running..... OW. I stopped. I pushed the pain aside and started again..... Damn, this was NO joke! It hurt! I made it 10 minutes in a brisk walk around the neighborhood, and that's all I've got. When I started to come down the big hill in front of my house and almost fell, I knew I was in trouble. Blah. I came in and took some Ibuprofen.

I guess the plan is to take Ibuprofen and some Glucosamin/Chondroitin and try again on Thursday to see if that helps. If it doesn't, I'll be making an appointment with the doc to see if I have some fluid hanging out in there. Bummer.

There's nothing that pisses me off more than knowing that I dragged myself out of bed, got dressed, got psyched up to run, and couldn't do it. I'm not a girl that takes that very easily. I'll figure it out....

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Wheezin' and Breezin'

With every pound on the pavement, the cool, fresh morning air burns my lungs.... but it's a good kind of burn. It's a burn that makes me wonder why the HELL I ever smoked. I couldn't imagine the feeling of suffocation that smokers must feel when they are doing anything at all physical. I quit almost 10 years ago after starting the nasty habit only to miff my parents. Thank goodness that my friend Fuller (who I credit for my quitting 100%) said to me back then, "You're a real cute girl, but smoking makes you UGLY." Vain as any 20 year old is, it hurt my feelings and compelled me to quit. He didn't believe I could quit, and I'm a stubborn Taurus, so quit I did. Thanks for that Fuller... I owe you my health and well-being!

Now, also being a stubborn Taurus, I am HELL BENT on this running thing. I swear, I try to find ANY reason to stay in bed when that alarm goes off. This morning, I trudged to the 2 story foyer to look out the picture window, hoping beyond all hope that it was still raining.....yeah, it wasn't. So I forced my big butt into my running clothes and off I went. The Black-Eyed Peas urged me on this morning, telling me, "Harder, better, faster, stronger...." and I was like, HELL YEAH, and then promptly tweaked ankle. No matter, I kept going, fashioning an oh-so attractive gimp run and singing out loud, "We got the beat that pounds, we got the beat that pounds...."

Week 2 Day 2 down. The hills in my neighborhood are really killing me, but I assume that will make me tougher for wear when it comes to running the Peachtree..... There it is, I said it. My goal is to run the Peachtree on July 4, 2010. And really RUN it, not the half walking, half running crap. Hold me to it folks.

Have a great day, and don't do anything I wouldn't do!

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Spooky....

Boogeymen dance in shadows carefully avoiding moonlit streaks of light, vampires and witches wait around the next dark corner laughing to see if I get close enough to touch.... No, not another book in the Twilight series folks, just my imagination reverting back to being 7 years old as I run through my neighborhood. It's amazing how your mind can get away from you as you run. I live in a beautiful, safe neighborhood. But even in my beautiful, safe neighborhood, boogeymen live in the shadows of the trees, and I high tail it past the dark corners like my ass is on fire. Maybe I'll bring the big dog out on Thursday morning and show the vampires and witches who's boss. Really, I bet Pate could lick them to death if I needed him to.

Week 2 begins. I bet you are oh-so surprised that I stuck with it! The routine changed up a bit as I begin running for longer stretches. It wasn't so bad. I thought it would be tough seeing as though I had a two day break, but I trucked on like a champ. I've decided I need new shoes. I've had the same running shoes for like two years....seriously. Maybe more. I think I got them before Harrison was born. Jeez. Three years? Four? I can't really remember, but I think it's definitely time. I owe my shins and ankles the favor. I buy them new shoes, and in return, they agree not to give out on me in the middle of my run. Pretty good deal, eh?

I'm off to the shower as to not offend my co-workers with the smell that is a runner's smell. Hopefully the rain that is expected tomorrow will taper off by Thursday morning so that little voice doesn't show up trying to get me to stay in bed. I will bring the PAIN to that little voice!!! Well, if it does rain, I guess I'll be doing laps in my basement. I haven't really thought of an inclement weather plan. I'll get on that.

Hasta la vista.