Notes
So not sure what to make of today's run. I mean, 6:37, I'm pretty proud of that, but at the same time, I'm really upset because today is the most pain I've felt in a long time, and I had to cut out part of the workout. And I hate doing that. I feel bad about it, because it's not fair to everyone else and I hate quitting something that I've set out to do anyway. But dang, my shins were freaking killing me. Like, it hurt to drive home in the car and step on the gas pedal,much less chase Megan Lee in a mile on the track.
I'm just so sick and tired of being injured that the last month has been relatively miraculous...like, to be pretty much OK for a month is about the most injury-free I've been in a while...and it was great. And I'm just really pissed off to have to go back to being in pain again. Like, I was doing pretty good, comparatively. But nooooo, pavement just sucks like that. And then I of course do not know the meaning of the word "Stop," so that doesn't help either.
I mean, I was going to go home after the mile, but nooo, Josie keeps going "You killed me, blah blah blah" and so I was like "Well if you can talk you're not running fast enough," so I tried to push her a bit at the end. It was still pretty slow though, not gonna lie. I know for a fact she's faster than that, because I know she's faster than I am.
Or used to be. In the very recent past.
But yeah, ultimately yesterday and today were two stupid things to do, because I'm going to pay the price for it. And I know that I'm going to be stupid and run tomorrow in the two unless someone forcibly restrains me, so I'm just perpetuating the cycle of stupidity and injuriousness. GRRRRR I hate myself.