Welcome to Friday Free-For-All, where I talk about anything and everything on my mind. This is usually just a great big brain dump, so brace yourselves!
Running is a cruel, vindictive mistress. I took all of last week off from running due to general burnout. Then, I didn’t run the first half of this week due to a vicious head-cold. I finally made it to the treadmill last night with the goal of completing at least a 5k. I started out nice and slow, but I knew I was responsible for cooking dinner, so I gradually picked up the pace throughout the course of the run in order to get done and get home faster. About 1 mile in, I noticed that my right groin/hip was a little twinge-y, but I carried on, focusing on good form, sure that it was just complaining about running again after an extended break. I finished with a respectable 5k time of 29:40, and went home, where my hip continued to complain. I stretched and rolled and went to bed, worried. Sure enough, I woke up this morning and it’s still not happy with me. I wouldn’t call it a full-blown injury (very minor pain), but it could definitely progress if I’m not careful. This is really poor timing. I’m supposed to run a half marathon in 9 days. I know it’s probably my fault for not taking it as easy as I should have after not running for a week and a half, but it feels a teeny bit like the Running Gods are punishing me for taking time off. Now I’m worried because this weekend was my last chance to get a double digit run in before the half next weekend, and I’m not sure I a) should even try to do it, or b) would be able to even if I do attempt it. I’m planning to do some gentle yoga and more stretching tonight to see if that helps, and I may put my long run off until Sunday to give my leg a chance to figure itself out.
Ben’s bachelor party is this weekend. He is very excited. His cousin Will is even making the trip over from Rochester, NY, which is about a 7 hour drive on a good day. This means that I’ll have Saturday night all to myself. I’ll most likely be home in my PJs drinking wine and playing video games, because I’m not actually having a bachelorette party. What’s that you say? How come I’m not having one? Quite frankly, that’s just not my scene. I don’t need a “final hoorah” before getting married because I know that getting married isn’t going to prevent me from having fun and seeing my girlfriends when I want to, and the whole “let’s go to the bars and get wasted” thing is really not my scene anymore. Not to mention the fact that my schedule is jam-packed right now, so trying to add another official “event” into the mix would stress me right the fuck out. So yeah. I might just call up one of my girlfriends and see if she wants to watch Disney movies in our PJs while eating ice cream. Definitely more my speed.
Bagels with cream cheese are one of the most perfect foods on this earth. I’m currently eating a whole wheat bagel with plain cream cheese, and I’m pretty much in romantic love with it right now. Ben had better watch out–I might decide to marry this bagel instead of him. Just kidding. Imma eat this bagel.
Have you ever dealt with an injury/strain right before a big race? Any advice?
What’s your favorite breakfast food?