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Anyway, he's been putting together some super fun workouts for me and pushing me to run faster than I thought I could. Apparently, to get to my goal of sub-2 in the half marathon, I actually need to push myself... who would've thought?
It's been going great, but after a particularly unpleasant ten miler the weekend before last, my body laughed at me and said "No more running for you buddy." I had some pretty gnarly thigh pain and was worried I had a stress fracture in my femur. Also, every muscle in my lower body felt like it was on fire... for about a week.
I took some time off, and now I'm staring down into the fiery eyes of the Rock 'n Roll Chicago Half Marathon... and I pretty much have to restrain myself from pooping my pants whenever I think about the race... Tomorrow I will bring you a very special post, where I tell you all of my ridiculously lofty goals for the race and you all can come back on Monday, see that I failed miserably, and have yourselves a nice little chuckle with your morning cuppa joe.
Without further ado...
Oh, wait, a little bit more ado.
Ha, so this is is pretty much the reason I came back to blogging - apparently there are a LOT of things that piss me off. My husband so sweetly asked why I wasn't blogging... and he said I'm "different" when I'm blogging regularly. What he means is "Please, please honey, go bitch about all of this stuff to all of your blogging buddies so I don't have to hear you yell about high fructose corn syrup and when everyone just sits there at a four-way stop."
I HATE that I am strong enough to run for hours, do at least sixty real pushups (damn you 100 pushup challenge), carry 50 pounds of wriggly toddlers up and down the stairs, yet I am apparently completely unable to OPEN A DAMN GATORADE!!!! Seriously, I must have the weakest little girl hands or a huge mental block, but I try to open those damn bottles and I maybe am successful 1 out of 4 times. I once resorted to drilling a hole in the cap and pouring it out (plastic shavings and all).
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I actually feel a little better getting that out. :)