My feets are looking forward to a break from running for a couple of days –
I feel like putting the whole thing off on bunions and old shoes is kind of a cop out; I give myself credit when I do good but I blame outside forces when I do bad. It still just comes down to me not running like I wanted to.
I’ll say this — you cannot neglect your feet. I saw the warning signs during the last couple of workouts, I felt the discomfort, I knew how much mileage I’d already put on these shoes so I should have known.
But my last long run was so great. What changed between the seven I did last weekend and the seven I tried – and failed – to do yesterday? That’s what’s annoying. My neurotic feet never tell me in advance when they’re gonna go all wonky on me.
It’s okay. I didn’t have any big expectations going into that race anyway (especially with last week’s warnings of wonkiness to come), so I’m moving on.
This week’s total mileage: a pathetic 16.
Plan for next week will be pretty much the same. I’ll go for eight on Saturday (in new shoes, damn it) and take it from there.
Oh – so somebody commented about those Yoga Toes thingies and it was kind of abrupt so I couldn’t tell if it was spam or not. Tell me more! Anyone else heard of these things? Gimmick? Or do they actually help stretch your toes?
Tonight: birthday dinner tonight downtown, and I’m hoping, pregame, hubby will make me one of his famous kamikazes. Folks, it pays to marry a man who used to be a bartender. I’m telling you.
Okay, it’s just vodka, lime juice and Triple Sec, but he makes it with love.