I don’t have anything mind-blowing to report, but I did have an iced coffee today.
Anyway. The run streak continues. Today was day 11, which is six days more than I’ve ever run consecutively in my life. Too bad the measly mileage I’m putting down completely invalidates the streak.
I ran a mile to the gym, where I plunked my tired-ass legs into the pool and aqua-waddled for about 20 minutes. I have had some discomfort in my hips and pelvic joints, and also my knees and ankles, and I keep waiting for that magical moment where I transcend, but it hasn’t happened yet. I feel like it might be time to throw in the towel.
Things I’m doing to my own detriment:
Not any strength work. I hate it. It’s boring. I’m just not willing to make the effort. I swim a few days a week, but I’d be kidding myself if I thought it was enough to actually be meaningful.
Not varying my running activities enough. I run on the same paved fitness trail around my gym every day and it’s getting a little tedious. All the same parts of me are getting hammered without a break and that wasn’t the point of this.
Running in old shoes. I have these Adidas Marathons that I just love, but they’re worn out. I trained and trail ran and wore them as street shoes for most of last year. But it seems kind of pretentious and wasteful to buy new running shoes when I’m not even running 20 miles a week. I know a bunch of you guys walk out the front door every day to find 50 pairs of new shoes piled up on your doorstep from shoe companies that want you to queef and drool all the fuck over them on your blog, and you can wear a different pair of shoes every day of the week, but I’ve alienated any potential sponsors by using words like queef and fuck all the time. And yeah, I know the badass runners of yore ran in old tire tread strapped to their feet but I am not badass.*
So yeah, that was fun but I might be done with it. I’m not saying I’m going to wise up and start lifting weights or taking care of my feet or stretching, but I will consider the possibility that you can’t kick start your triumphant return to running by doing a mile or two a day while holding onto all of your bad, lazy habits. Bad, lazy, fat, jealous, ugly and sad habits.
Oh, look at the baby:
*For the purposes of just this post, I am not badass.