At some point over Laura’s weekend visit, we danced ourselves silly and uncomfortably sore.
High heels, although worn only one night out of the two, were a poor choice.
Especially since I ended up breaking the right heel off of said high heels. And no, we won’t get into the how or why behind it. Just know it happened and move on with your day. K, thanks.
Anyway. The shins have felt better, but they’ve improved significantly since the weekend. No reason to not be running.
And because I’ll be on my way out of town and off to celebrate a wedding and labor day, there wasn’t much choice but to pull yet another mid-week run of 10(ish) miles. Because it’s much harder than you think it is to convince friends you’re staying with to go on a 10-mile run with you super early on a Saturday morning.
I don’t get it, either.
But it is what it is and I chugged along the lakefront much like I did the week before. Not my ideal circumstances, but not a horrible experience, either. It seems to be my best, and fastest, few miles are between 7 and 9. A promising sign, since that used to be about the time I’d hit the wall.
The only incident? When I slow-motion ran into a couple on the sidewalk.
Generally, there’s plenty of room for passing.
Generally, people aren’t swaying back and forth, creating a human wall.
Generally, when I sweetly say “I’m sorry, excuse me” in advance, they hear me.
Generally, people don’t turn in complete surprise and jump to the same side as I do when I realize they were oblivious to absolutely everything around them.
I was practically at a stop even before I reached them because I knew I wasn’t getting by. It was like a dance to get out of each other’s way.
And because we seemed to be on the same wavelength with our movements, I just sorta… fell into her. Slow motion.
Strange. Awkward. Embarrassing.
So there was that.
Because I can’t get through even one day without at least one awkward encounter.
After that, I just picked up my dignity, brushed it off, and ran the rest of my 10.1 miles in peace.
Guess it coulda been worse.
There’s a facebook contest going on! We’re looking for your ugliest race photos!
We’ve all got them. I don’t think I actually have a good one, now that I think about it.
Anyway, if you post your best one on the ZOOMA facebook page, you’ve got a chance to win an awesome prize pack when they randomly select a winner!
Or, you can just go and look at the ugly pics for entertainment purposes. There’s that, too…