Let's back up a bit.
After work I rushed home and threw on running clothes. These are new Lucy running capris that I picked up at Goodwill for $5.99. I like that they are not black. All my running pants are gray or black. I did, at one point during the run, think they were the perfect color for sharting (and, of course, thought of Shut Up And Run), but don't worry, I didn't shart.
I did look adorable.
What, brown doesn't go with black, purple, and gray? LAME.
Anyway, 10 miles. It was fine. It was all uphill for the first half. I still smelled human poop, at the exact same location. I'm not sure if I'd rather have it be the same poop that's still smelly a week later, or new poop. I ran into a nicer neighborhood, with perfect sidewalks. I ran by a Chipotle, which smelled like fish. I passed three young ladies who giggled as I ran by.
And then I tripped.
Now, this was 100% my fault. I know the sidewalks suck. I know the roads are dark. I was tired. I was dragging my feet. And then, my toe caught on uneven sidewalk, and I went down.
I managed to throw up my arm at the last minute. My left elbow took the brunt of the fall. My left knee took a slight hit, and the pad of my right thumb is bruised. I'm not sure how.
I was about a mile from home. My blood was pumping. It didn't hurt. I probably didn't even scrape any skin off.
I made it through the front door, and then BOOM, crazy pain.
First, I want to show you my awesome pit stains, because I earned them.
Okay, now, the elbow.
You can see how filthy the sidewalk was, in the perfect dirt line on my arm. I think I contracted monkey pox.
You guys, I straight up whimpered cleaning that shit in the shower. Whimpered. Worse, I straight up screamed cleaning it off with alcohol after the shower. That stuff BURNS.
And, of course, band aids don't like elbows, so I ended up wrapping my elbow in an ace bandage. I'll let it breathe and scab over tomorrow.
My right thumb is turning purple and hurts when I use it to pick things up. This doesn't bode well.
In other news, when I got home, all I could smell was
That smell, my friends, was my body eating protein. It means eat more carbs before you run. Which, yeah, that's a DUH. Today was a crappy eating day. I ate okay, just not well balanced. 80% of my calories were from protein (I am TOTALLY guessing you guys. I'm too lazy to track calories for more than a few weeks at a time). So my body was om nom noming on all the protein I ate.
Which was mostly beef jerky. It was one of those days.
I didn't end up doing The Bachelor Workout last night, because my work out companions were busy, so we'll be hitting that tonight. Oh yeah. I might try to fit some workout tv yoga in there, too. Plus, it's time to hit up the waxing salon and take care of my arm pits so I can wear tank tops to the gym again. Aren't you glad I shared?
Have you ever bit it during a run?