Last week, my mid week run went so well that I decided to recreate it, especially since I have plans that may keep me out late tonight, and my 5K group Sunday morning. I gave myself an extra challenge and scheduled it the morning after I had to close at Charm City Run.
|Note the time I'm setting the alarm.|
|I'm surprised my beauty didn't cause any car accidents.|
After my pre-work 20 miler the week before, I was exhausted all day and could barely function. Surprisingly, after only about 4 hours of sleep Tuesday night, I felt pretty normal after my long run, and even did things like attend meetings and make (what I thought were) intelligent comments.
I had my 5K group Wednesday night, and only two people showed up. I took turns walking or running with them, but I got to run on my own in between them (we do a big mile long loop around Fort McHenry). I did a walk/run that was at least 70% run for another 4 miles, which left me with me 22 miles for the day.
Thursday morning I dragged myself out of bed prior to 5am again, and met Lily downtown for a ten mile run along the harbor. My Achilles started bothering me on this run, so it wasn't really my best effort. It was sore and tight the rest of the day, so I iced it and decided to take Friday off. Today, the pain is gone, but it still feels extremely tight after I sit for awhile or go down stairs. Naturally my reaction is full blown panic, nothing even remotely close to a reasonable response. I'm planning to see how it feels after my shift at Charm City tomorrow and run in the afternoon if it's still pain free.
On a much more cheerful note, yesterday was Eric's 32nd birthday! Or, as I like to think of it, an excuse to bake. I decided to make chocolate chip blondies with peanut butter frosting.
|I got fancy and grated a Hershey's bar to go on top.|
|Eric was a fan.|
|Everything looks better with an instagram filter.|
I got him tickets to the Ravens/Browns game next month, because he's a super diehard Cleveland Browns fan and he's never seen them play in Baltimore. Wife of the year, right here.
Then I dragged him to my work party that my boss threw at his house. If the situation were reversed, I'd probably spend the night huddled awkwardly in the corner, simultaneously praying and dreading that someone will come make small talk with me. I'm just bad at social situations, especially ones where everyone knows each other and I know no one, which is why I like to write and read blogs and make friends on the internet. Eric is the total opposite, and was immediately off making new friends and at least 5 people came up to me to tell me how much they loved him, and my boss begged him to leave his job and come work at our school. I want to be like him when I grow up.
Please make me feel better and tell me that the fact that my Achilles is tight but not painful today is a wonderful, positive, perfect sign.
Are you more like me or Eric at parties?
Which do you prefer, blondies or brownies?