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September 14, 2004
Change of Plans
After my non-workout last night, I had planned to do some 200s kind of like striders as part of my run today. I was going to cut my regular run short, do 4-6 200s with a 200 jog and then do about a mile warm down for a total of about 7 miles. My regular course does not go anywhere near a track, so I had to change my course in order to do this. I hoped to run for about 30 minutes before I got to the track.
I got started and my legs weren't exactly feeling fresh. In fact, they were almost downright tired. I figured that I could make up a half hour in some of the local neighborhoods and then head over to the high school where I went. I got to my old stomping grounds in 31 minutes. Perfect. As I was going into the parking lot the assistant cross country coach drove by and into the lot. When I was jogging over to the track I noticed that there was a soccer game going on. I didn't think that they would be too happy with me running on the track with a game. The assistant coach said that it would be OK as long as I stayed on the backstretch. I know the head coach would say the same thing (they're also the track coaches) and that the athletic director would be OK with me running on the track (he's a client of my father's) BUT I did not feel like getting yelled at by parents and the soccer coaches. Plus my legs felt like two blocks of cement. I proceeded to make a big loop back to home since the direct way home is only a mile. I ended up running about 51 minutes, or about 7 miles. It was kind of interesting to run in some different neighborhoods since I always run in the same places.
When I got back I decided that my stale legs could definitely use an ice bath. I filled up the tub with cold water, got in, and added about 10 pounds of ice and sat in it for 10 minutes. I must say that my legs feel much better now that I froze myself.
I am going to make an effor to try to be more positive here. I know that I am drowning in negativity at work. Being around so many people who complain about everything makes me feel negative. The two women who are my equals think they are right about everything (they're not) and complain all the time. These two caused many ripples last year and caused many of the teachers to quit. Neither of them are well liked by the staff. Of course I am put in an awkward situation because I am not friends with them and then I have to be the ear for all of the staff who can not stand them. OK enough venting, I just need to get some of that out since I can't do it to anyone at work.
Someone at work asked me if I had any races coming up soon. I told her that I had a half-marathon this weekend and she said, "oh, how many miles is that?". Now I know I shouldn't make fun of this, but everytime I have a race I explain how many miles it is. I guess that it only makes a lot of sense to all of us who run, especially the metric races.
Good news-my left shin has not hurt at all in three days. Of course, last night when I turned my left ankle I think I shocked it out of my system!
Posted by Blondie at September 14, 2004 06:51 PM
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I have a theory (at least for my own body) that you can only have one injury at a time, so by rolling your ankle last night, you cured your shin!
Posted by: Alison at September 14, 2004 08:15 PM