Last night I was feeling good, so I went for another run.
1 mile brisk walk warm up
all my stretches
3 miles averaging 10min/mile (slower and faster at the beginning and end)
And I felt good. No pain. Twinges near the end, but I slowed things back down to Tuesday's pace and they went away. [FORESHADOWING]
I don't know why I'm making a crazy face.
Still making a crazy face.
If you think that's scary, check out the spider I almost ran into (then stopped to take a picture with because that's why phones have cameras) during last night's run:
To calm you all back down, here is a picture of my butt.
In a fit of sweaty something I took a series of "flexing for the camera in my sports bra" pictures, but in the light of day I'm too embarrassed to post more than one. I settled on this one, because it shows off my beautiful California tan (I've been to the tanning salon six times this week. Do you think I'm getting ripped off? I'm desperately trying to get that orange glow to fit in with the other ladies down here, but it doesn't seem to be working.)
So, I woke up this morning at 6:30am. Thank you cat. Thank you neighbor's gardener. Thank you...pain...in my butt?
So now I'm sitting on a heating pad. The dog keeps looking at me like he wants to know why I'm refusing to take him for a walk. It's because I hate him, but shhhhhhh, don't tell him that.
So, pain. My trainer is out sick, so I'm taking another full on rest day. If it goes away today, I'll run tomorrow. Slower. With more stretching. Playing this thing by ear. Well, no, my ear feels fine. Playing this thing by butt.