Do you think the A1A Half Marathon would be upset with me if I walked all 13.1 miles? Because that's my plan.
I was all ready to begin training this week (only a month out from the half in Florida) but I decided to dance around on our hardwood floors with my socks on instead.
This doesn't sound dangerous... unless, of course, you're me.
My dance quickly turned into an uh-oh moment, which ended with me lying on the floor with a bum knee and twisted shoulder.
No more sock hops for this girl.
Here's the best part... it's just a little bruise and maybe some out-of-wack muscles. Nothing major but WOW, has this given me just the excuse I need NOT to run.
What happened to STOP NOT RUNNING? Please STOP asking me questions I don't want to answer.
I have a 5K tomorrow... high of 45 degrees and 17 mile per hour winds. The whole course, although beautiful, is one big hill after one big hill.
So, what am I going to do? I'm going to crush it. I'm going to run so damn hard I'll force myself to start running again. That's what I'm going to do. I'll update you after I do all this...
This is my life... I only get one. It's time to start running again. No more excuses. Tomorrow's Sweaty Sesh:
Run: 5K Frostbite Footrace! Wanna Share?
Who is sick of me and everyone else complaining about not working out, raise your hand?!