Sorry I've been MIA for (almost) a month. Things and stuff and things. And work. Yikes for work.
I need to go log onto my Mac mini to sync my garmin so I can share with you all the awesomeness that I've been doing.
But h'alas, it's upstairs, and I am down here.
I've gone all the way up to 18 miles so far - which should be 20. Unfortunately, last week my arch sprain decided to flair up, which it does from time to time, but normally I can push through it. But last week was rough: I was in SharePoint training all week and off my normal schedule, and the Friday before the long run, I was in SharePoint class, then working in the afternoon (on a sloooooooooooooooooooooooow internet), then Grad School at night then Wegmans, which meant I didn't get home until 8:30. And I was all panicked all day (for no reason, wtf body).
Not to mention that the course ran us right by the cars at mile 14. So here I come a'hobbling up the sidewalk. I know I need to do another 6, but the consensus from the crowds was that, no, I shouldn't. So I didn't.
And I was going to run at the Pentagon yesterday to finish the last six (to get practice on the course) but some asshat decided to start shooting up DoD offices. Besides the fact that I was panicked about certain people, I knew it was going to be a giant cluster at the PNT. So I didn't.
Tonight, though, I did do a full 5 (up and down the hill), so I guess that makes up for it. And I also saw Mackenzie from Valens and she confirmed my arch is still sprained (yep!) and my muscles in my legs are tight.
(This next sentence is legitimately the only reason for this post)
So right now I am using my stick, which hurts like a bitch. So to numb the pain and reduce inflammation, I am drinking a glass of red wine.
Stick and wine. And dogs. Nothing better.
