I Am A Super Hero

Ok, maybe not and I'm sort I've been gone so long (more about that later) but dude, I just flipped a monster truck tire weighing 280 pounds 24 times.

Flip four or five times, beat it with a sledgehammer for a few minutes, flip it again.

I. Feel. Awesome.

Victory!

I ran a mile which was easy peasy and I even started at 4.5 MPR which is something I usually have to work up to,lol.

Envision race morning...

Me: Wow, my shoes hurt. This isn't good. Come to think of it they hurt whenever I just stand in them and have so for a couple weeks.

Race starts, oh well.

It was the orthotics. They were great 35 pounds ago. Now not only do I not need them, they were putting my arches a a position they really didn't want to be in and as a result I was whacking the hell out of my metatarsal head.

Now that I'm lighter and run more, my feet have changed. Why it took me so long to clue in on this I'll never know. So I replaced them with the insoles they came with and all has been well. Plus I use that spiky ball thing.

Outside running is still off for now though. Which bites because I have that 8K December. Of course I have no business running an 8K after being out for two weeks and only running three miles, ever. Andrew also reminded me that while it's great I ran a mile, it doesn't mean I should try and run two tomorrow.

Annoying common sense.

Now I need to start a new sports bra fund. I put it on the other day and was like, WTH are those gaps on each side? Who knew underarm fat was such a bra filler?

Wish Me Luck

I'm going to try and run/walk a mile on the treadmill today.  Just walking would be good too. Not you know, great, but ok.

*dies laughing*

Apologies in Advance

Tis the Season for Insipid...

I could SO use some Muppets.

In fact, I am going to go watch Muppet Treasure Island right now.

About that running outside thing.

I know have a rip roaring case of  metatarsalgia in my left foot. It hurts like a bastard. All the time. I recall a couple days after the race going "Ow, what the hell?' but then felt fine AND let's remember I've been sick and haven't run since then. But I have been dog walking and where does that happen? Outside, on pavement.

I have the podiatry equivalent of The Princess and the Pea in my left foot. That's where my dorsal flexion got all wonky and sidelined me. The left hamstring, the left soles. I need a new left side, preferably bionic.

I am going back to the gym Monday and I am determined to run again *shakes fist in air* but I won't be running outside until next year, at least. This is just getting stupid. I'm off to see if I can get some kind of pad so at least when I'm not walking my food with STFU.