Even sadder than that, my last run was a pathetic one. I made my coworker go with me, even though it was really cold and foggy-and dark. He was like noooooo, and I was like yessss. So, we ran out for about two miles, and then my foot was hurting so bad, I had to make him walk back two miles with me. Now, seriously, I am not a wimp, and I have way too much pride to stop for a breather with a near stranger. And then add the fact that it was FREEEZING outside. Really, there's something seriously wrong with my foot, and it's not getting better.
Here are the events leading up to the destruction of my little baby:
Saturday, January 11:Five mile run in the windiest crap Fort Hall Reservation has to offer.
Sunday: Snowboarding for the first time. I tell my "teacher" (Phillip) that the boots are too small! My feet are cramped. "Let's get you some different ones." ...."Nahhhh." Wreck after wreck, my cramped feet squashed and crushed in a size 7 boot. I'm a 9, but I figured it was okay.
Monday: run, you're on a role!
Tuesday: run, I have nothing better to do, fattie!
Wednesday: run because MARATHON.
Thursday: my foot hurts so bad, but I'm running with a fast boy (Micheal), so let's sprint/run.
Friday: rest day, thank the heavens.
Saturday: I drive Micheal out like 6 miles to these trails at Auger Falls. I start running. The pain is so bad, I make us go back to my car after two minutes. Wasted day. Micheal awkwardly offers a piggy back ride. I decline.
Sunday: rest
Monday: I need to run 6 miles to make up for Saturday. 4 miles in and I'm swearing. Keep going. Don't stop once. Finish at my apt, and the pain blossoms from my foot, it's moved up into my calf, which has been compensating for my foot. Right foot begins to hurt.
Tuesday: rest. Oh, the rest is killing me. Everyone's getting fast while I'm getting slow.
Wednesday: Humiliating half-run with coworker.
Thursday: rest
Friday: rest
Saturday: rest
Sunday: rest
Monday (today): Why the hell does my foot hurt so bad, and how do I get rid of this extra 10 pounds of fat accumulating on my body?
Ladies, help me. Don't leave me behinnnnnndddddd.
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