I am getting antsy about not running.
“What, Erin?” you ask, shocked and appalled to hear that my legs are no longer crawling out of bed before dawn. “You’re not running?!”
Oh no. I’m on a break.
“But why?!”
Well, after I did that half marathon …
“You ran a half?! Way to go!”
Oh, I totally did not RUN it. I ran/walked the first half (woo hoo! 1:18 – Fastest 10k according to my Nike watch!), stopped running around 7.5-8 miles, began limping around 10-11 miles, and finally made it to the finish line at around 3:21. (Wow, I didn’t realize until I typed that how much I slowed down in the second half!)
More on that later, though.
As you might expect, my feet are SORE. My right foot has more-than-expected residual pain, though. I’m instructed to baby it with supportive shoes all the time and probably best not to run.
At first I didn’t really notice, what with the mastitis (yes) and the stomach bug from Hades (lost four pounds in one night – good grief). But now that I’m slowly returning to normal, I actually miss running. The idea of not running for another week makes me a little sad.
Sad enough to contemplate the bikes at the gym, and that’s REALLY sad. I hate those things, with their butt-numbing seats. They make treadmills feel like excellence.
We shall see …