January 24th, 2010
Confession: I ate Mexican Friday night knowing I had to run Saturday. Yea, that whole sensitive stomach thing??? It takes a back seat in the face of Veggie fajitas. I did, however, forego the margarita. Go me!
Confession: Armbands for iPods don’t ever fit my arm. Seriously, there are definitely athletes smaller than me. Don’t they atleast make children’s sizes?!I’ve contemplated cutting the bands to fit me, but since my Molly doll, I’ve learned not to use scissors on toys.
Confession: I did the same thing 14 years later. Please take note: older doesn’t necessarily mean wiser OR better with scissors.
(There are NO pictures of this fiasco. I was careful to keep it a secret!)
Confession: I haven’t worn my knee brace since I started running after the stress fracture. Why? I thought the tendonitis would have gone away with the 6 weeks of rest, too. A stress fracture doesn’t make you wiser either, apparently.
Confession: I ran on the trail that is stll covered in ice knowing it would be bad on my knee and foot.
Confession: I didn’t care. But the fact that the shooting range that sits along the trail was occupied today certainly made me rethink a longer run. I turned back before I could become someone’s accidental target practice.
Confession: I’m paranoid.
Confession: But I am not faster than a speeding bullet (so I’ll continue to be paranoid).
Distance: 6.53 miles
Avg Pace: 10:21
Mile 1: 10:14
Mile 2: 11:16
Mile 3: 10:38
Mile 4: 10:34
Mile 5: 10:08
Mile 6: 9:55
LONGEST RUN SINCE THE STRESS FRACTURE!! ::Dance Moves::
Confession: I can’t dance.