Sorry.
We suck. :)
I did not run the week I posted the map. I chickened out. I'm man (ahem) enough to admit that. Kellie texted me early in the morning that she wasn't feeling well and when I knew she wasn't coming with me, I chickened out.
No, I don't need reminding that I ran 9.5 miles by myself when I was in Indiana. Kellie and I even talked about that this week, and why I didn't chicken out of that one, but I did with last week's. I don't know. Maybe because KH drove me around Fishers, Indiana until we found a long enough run? Maybe because I talked and talked and talked about it, so I couldn't back out? I don't know. It was my best run, most enjoyable, etc. by far. But still, I backed out last week.
Then this past Saturday, Kellie and I planned our long run. Kellie's long run wasn't supposed to be as long as mine. My run was 11. Hers was 9, I think. I'm not sure. But we did the whole thing. Both of us. We did 11.
It was hard. I'm not going to lie. It was really tough. I was breathing REALLY heavily at the last 2 miles or so. I blame that on having to take a full week off when I got back into town, from the stomach flu I caught. Either way, it was hard. But I'm not going to ignore the fact that I did it and I am proud of myself and I'm proud of Kellie and we rock. We do. :)
Kellie and I don't always run together. We'll start out together, but we don't always run at the same pace. But for me, just knowing she's there with me is enough to keep me going. It's nice to know I have one of my best friends there the entire time, chugging along with me, ahead of me, behind me, beside me. It helps more than I can say.
It's especially nice to run beside one another for the first few miles, especially in the case of this past Saturday's run.
Um ... I bit it. I did. Mile 2, I'd say. I was on the right, Kellie on the left. I was annoyed at something and I was talking it out with KLK and I wasn't paying attention to the sidewalk so I completely missed the raised sidewalk in front of me and went flying. According to KLK, I was rather graceful as I took flight. Apparently, my arms did graceful circles. Unfortunately, the graceful circles weren't enough to keep me upright. I landed on my hands and knees, bloodied and shaken up (all shook up, uh huh).
Luckily, there was a gas station caddy corner to us and we stopped in there. I blotted my bloody knee with some paper towels and sat for a few minutes to "gather" myself, and then we were off again.
KLK is out of town again this weekend so I'm on my own. Unfortunately, I'm running with semi-restriction because of my right shin. My insurance won't cover the MRI I was hoping to get for what may or may not be a stress fracture. I'm just going to pretend it's the shin splint it probably is and move on with things. I'm going to do my long run on the treadmill, though, so if I need to stop, I won't be far from home. And no, I'm not offering myself allowances already. I'm just planning. :)
Ibuprofen, amen.
Then this past Saturday, Kellie and I planned our long run. Kellie's long run wasn't supposed to be as long as mine. My run was 11. Hers was 9, I think. I'm not sure. But we did the whole thing. Both of us. We did 11.
It was hard. I'm not going to lie. It was really tough. I was breathing REALLY heavily at the last 2 miles or so. I blame that on having to take a full week off when I got back into town, from the stomach flu I caught. Either way, it was hard. But I'm not going to ignore the fact that I did it and I am proud of myself and I'm proud of Kellie and we rock. We do. :)
Kellie and I don't always run together. We'll start out together, but we don't always run at the same pace. But for me, just knowing she's there with me is enough to keep me going. It's nice to know I have one of my best friends there the entire time, chugging along with me, ahead of me, behind me, beside me. It helps more than I can say.
It's especially nice to run beside one another for the first few miles, especially in the case of this past Saturday's run.
Um ... I bit it. I did. Mile 2, I'd say. I was on the right, Kellie on the left. I was annoyed at something and I was talking it out with KLK and I wasn't paying attention to the sidewalk so I completely missed the raised sidewalk in front of me and went flying. According to KLK, I was rather graceful as I took flight. Apparently, my arms did graceful circles. Unfortunately, the graceful circles weren't enough to keep me upright. I landed on my hands and knees, bloodied and shaken up (all shook up, uh huh).
Luckily, there was a gas station caddy corner to us and we stopped in there. I blotted my bloody knee with some paper towels and sat for a few minutes to "gather" myself, and then we were off again.
KLK is out of town again this weekend so I'm on my own. Unfortunately, I'm running with semi-restriction because of my right shin. My insurance won't cover the MRI I was hoping to get for what may or may not be a stress fracture. I'm just going to pretend it's the shin splint it probably is and move on with things. I'm going to do my long run on the treadmill, though, so if I need to stop, I won't be far from home. And no, I'm not offering myself allowances already. I'm just planning. :)
Ibuprofen, amen.
