Today was a new milestone for me. Well, every weekend is a new milestone run for me, since I am new at this whole running gig. This afternoon ace running bud Robin and I braved the cold mist and got in our scheduled 8.5 mile run. The group run got canceled yesterday morning because the roads weren't fit to be on, either in the car or out of it, so we planned it for this afternoon when it was supposed to be clear. Oops. It wasn't. We didn't care. The miles went by seemingly effortlessly for us, but when I looked at our average pace, I see why they were effortless! Oh well, these long, slow runs are supposed to be the slowest of the week so that we can build up endurance, right? I'm still working on bringing up my speed on the shorter mid-week runs (please don't choke, fast runners, but some of us struggle to get in under 11:00/mile; the mere fact that we can run at all is nothing short of miraculous). Anyway, I cannot imagine how it would have gone without someone with whom to shoot the breeze.
thing is that my muscles, sore from a tougher-than-imagined "yoga for
weight loss" DVD, warmed up quickly and did not complain until I stopped
running (funny how that works!). Also, the bruise on the top of my
foot did not hurt at all. Bruise, you ask? From what? OK, in addition
to being the slowest person in the Western Hemisphere, I am also the
clumsiest. I dropped a FROZEN CHICKEN on my foot. Yep, frozen solid
clucker, right on top of my left foot. I was--once again--trying to do
two things at once and it was either drop the chicken or the carton of
milk. I opted for the chicken, mainly because with three kids I clean
up (and cry over) enough spilled milk, thank you very much. Makes for a
better story, too, don't you think?
So if you are lurking out there and would care to comment, I'd LOVE to hear about any other completely bizarre injuries.