Notes
Felt a little bit stronger today, but I suppose everything is an improvement on almost passing out. Then of course, I ran with the JV/freshman group, so I wasn't exactly busting my butt like I was yesterday, but I felt better, nonetheless. I didn't feel hurt about being put in the second group like I would have expected; I think I've just finally realized that my body has essentially given up on me and there's not much I can do about it until I can see a doctor about the various issues I'm having. Oh well. It gave me a chance to hang with some of the newer runners and give them a few tips (including, but not limited to, DON'T WALK). I couldn't just leave them in the woods; it sucks to get out to an opening, only to find that you have been completely left behind and your group is like a quarter mile ahead. Besides, it gave me motivation to run a little faster after I made sure they were okay to attempt to catch back up with the rest of the group so I wouldn't look like a complete slacker. Or an anorexic. Becauses apparently that's what I'm accused of being now? Psh. I weigh far too much to be even close to anorexic. That's the most BS I've heard in a long time. It's just that having food poisoning twice in three months kind of screws around with your digestive system a bit, just a little.
New potential injury: strained or stretched my right hip flexor a bit much doing lunges on Friday; thought it would get better over the weekend; it did not, and makes sprints extremely painful, so I figured it'd be smart to give it a rest. I have more things to deal with than I'm really ready to at the moment, I do not need another excuse to be angry and frustrated and stressed out. So I just ran the longer of the two options for the cooldown to sort of make up for it, or punish myself for being stupid, I'm not sure which. Oh well.