Monday, September 12, 2005
I didn't finish the 16 yesterday. After about 5 miles, my feet and knees hurt so bad I had to decide if I wanted to keep punishing myself. I wound up doing 7 altogether, but not without walking a little bit. It suuuuuucked, kids. I cried in the car on the way home, as I already freaking out about finishing the race, and this kind of late-in-the-game injury and training derailer is precisely what I don't need right now. I have to start pushing the glucosamine and chondritin, and hope that by race day, I see some improvement.
I am going to try the 16 again tomorrow morning. I got some new running pants and a new jog bra/tank top. Maybe if I don't look like a hobo running from the law, I will feel better out there. My last set of running pants went through so many crotch repairs it was ridiculous. It looked like a coat of many colors down there.