This is what the past 72 hours of my life have looked like in a nutshell:
|ohh foamie, you hurt so good.|
|just rolling away.|
I actually made an appointment with a physical therapist this week to get my stupid sensitive little leg checked out. I'm feeling the same pains and annoyances that I did when I was forced to stop running for a month in the winter and I'm bound and determined to not let that happen again.
Two days off in a row made for one bored Molly so I decided to meet up with some friends for drinks last night. Yes, you read that right. I went out. To a bar. And socialized. And drank beer. On a Monday. Not running for a while makes me do crazy things.
|proof that I own more than just running clothes|
Needless to say I was SO ready to get my legs moving again today. I mapped out a sweet new route and set out to tackle 5 miles with Emily. Turns out my body had a completely different agenda. My legs felt heavy from the get-go and about 7 minutes in I got an AWFUL pain/cramp/muscle spasm/body freakout in my upper hip/stomach area. Sound confusing? It was.
If I had to imagine the pain of being in labor, this is what I would picture it to feel like. Every inhale I took felt like I was being punched in the stomach-ish area. We stopped I can't even tell you how many times. Rather than finishing our loop, we ended up turning around about a mile and a half in. I'm pretty sure that anyone who saw the faces I was making probably assumed that I was just reallllly out of shape or trying not to poop my pants. It was brutal.
|real brutal. 5 miles? how bout 3.3 instead|
WHY. Why are you letting me down body? I foam roll you, I feed you peanut butter and carbs, I keep you perfectly hydrated. I gave you TWO rest days to hang out and relax. And in return I get a shit-tastic run. A half-assed run at that.
I'm annoyed. I'm discouraged. I'm frustrated. Yes, I understand that I need to listen to my body. Yes, I understand that I've been putting it through a lot. But to want to run, and to have your body throw a hissy fit and not mesh with what your brain wants to do, is SO. FRUSTRATING.
Tomorrow's a new day and hopefully my body will be on the same page as me tomorrow. In the mean time, what better way to forget about a shitty run and your decrepit body than with the best dinner in the world: