I’m in a bit of a mood, and I’m just not going to go much into the horrific details of today’s St Patrick’s Day race. Suffice it to say that I am not good at learning lessons or learning from my mistakes, and I continually forget that I cannot do deadlifts in a workout and then run two days later. I can’t, I just can’t. My hamstrings just won’t cooperate. I tried. I ran as much as I could without wanting to die, but the up hills were the worst.
A promising start. I’d been worried about my ability to run since the day before when my hamstrings started being sore. I foam rolled, I stretched, I took copious amounts of Advil (well, that’s just par for the course, unrelated.). I woke up, ready to go, and had a wonderful outfit picked out—that is some serious green happening.
It was pretty foggy. And, I told Jen if she wanted to make that face for THE BLOG then that was her right. I felt that Steve and Jen failed at being remotely festive. I’m thinking of uninviting them to the 80’s 5k if that’s the best that can do. A themed race has two parts: one is running, the other is dressing awesome. I’m pretty disappointed in my friends on part 2. They kicked my butt on part 1, but like I said, two parts. I expect more in the future from everybody.
Why did Steve have a different colored tag? We’re assuming somebody made a mistake. While he is an excellent runner in his own right, he is probably not fast enough to be considered an elite runner. The orange tags were for the people who were starting in the very front and most likely to win. Steve decided to start back with the common folk anyway.
The Non-competitive start. And the Old Courthouse. It was really foggy!
Anyway, the race sucked. I was in so much pain, at one point I considered giving up and finding the short way home. That seemed really lame though, so I figured I’d finish. 58:34. I felt like I walked the whole damn race. Boo.
After the race I was super grumpy and nearly had a meltdown at Rue Lafayette (our first idea for brunch)—I had some trouble figuring out what was happening on the menu and was just really thirsty and wanted eggs. Luckily I have nice friends and then we made our way to Uncle Bill’s. I whined the whole way there too, and then we came up with the ever so most brilliant idea that maybe I should be doing my deadlifts earlier in the week, so they stop interfering with my runs. I wrote Mike a note to that effect in my food diary (right next to the bacon, sausage, one pancake and eggs entry) so I won’t be complaining again. See! I can learn!
(I just searched my blog for hamstrings and found way too many posts with me complaining how I couldn’t run because of my sore hamstrings, including the one where I had a mini breakdown and ended up yelling at Mike later for laughing at me for complaining. Oops. What’s especially funny is that that is the day I referenced in my previous post bragging about how awesome my recent deadlifts were… )
Okay, I’m back to practicing. Or not, actually. I need to watch it, I’ve already put in a whole hour today and I’m not feeling very pain-free.
Must be my March/April depression time…hmmm…just like last year. What is the common thread??
“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” –J.R.R. Tolkien (The Fellowship of the Ring)
(link goes to a blog post I wrote about a year ago, somehow it feels promising and relevant right now, minus the bits about wedding planning.)
