How's it hangin', good folks of the internet-web? I am currently cursing my overzealous pre-bedtime stretching with cold muscles. If you haven't yet figured out, I'm the type of person that if she's going to do something, it's going to be 153% of where it really should me. I woke up at 4am with my legs, particularly my IT bands, screaming bloody murder. I should know better. Stretching cold is not the greatest idea, nevermind foam rolling your IT bands cold. My shins aren't too happy either but that I expect since I'm prone to shin splints with my Fred Flintstone feet. Can't I just train for this daggone half-marathon without feeling like I am falling apart?
I have a "tempo" run scheduled for this evening (where you run easy for 10-15 minutes, gradually build up to 10K pace for 10-20 minutes, and then cool down with an easy pace 10-ish minutes) and you are probably thinking that I should take a rest and not run. I'll probably make that decision tonight. I'm feeling much better now after taking ibuprofen and spending an hour on the couch at 6:15am icing my legs. It's really no fun icing when the house is like 62 degrees. Should I decide to run this evening you may hear screaming around 7:45pm Pacific time when I immerse the lower-half of my body in an ice-bath to nip any of this inflammation business in the bud. Sounds fun right? Right?? God. Why.
All in the name of breaking 2 hours for this half-marathon is why. Stupid goal-driven, type A personality.
Anyway, I've noticed that blogland has gotten less chatty in the last couple weeks. No doubt because everyone is out dealing with presents, holidays parties, etc, etc. This is the first year I don't have a single Christmas party to attend. Kind of sad in a way, but my company saves money by having the holiday party in January. It's strange, no doubt, I've never heard any company having the holiday party after the new year, but I'm all for being thrifty and I'd rather have a kick-ass party in January than a mediocre, lukewarm party in December.
And also, since this post is mostly my complaining and such, can we talk about how I'm 6 months from 32 years old and still have acne as bad if not worse than when I was a teenager? I hardly ever wear makeup and I've had to the last two days because my chin has a cyst that can be seen from space. This morning while I was icing the lower half of my body, I was also applying a warm compress to my chin at the same time. Nice. Maybe I will only be free of this acne business when I hit the Great Change. Twenty more years of acne. All I can say is I am so looking forward to 11 days off; sure two of the days we don't get paid because the company is technically "shut down" (unless we want to use vacation for the furloughed days), but it's just going to be nice not to have to commute to work, think about work, etc, etc. I can just caulk and paint baseboard to my heart's content.