Sunday, October 02, 2011
as some of you know, in the midst of a major (over) work crisis (problem with being a free-lancer, you're the boss), i tripped over a cobblestone on a run Tuesday, and ended up with 5 (highly visible) stitches in my forehead, a headache, and, i subsequently discovered, a very bruised left fifth of my face and a cracked or bruised rib. so i decided to focus on getting the work done and didn't work out Wed, Thurs or Fri. and ate more than i should have, though not out of my range, or even much over what i have been eating except for Chinese one night. but the scale saw.
so yesterday i decided it was time to start again. but ended up deciding against the market, because i need to go there on Wednesday to buy the salmon to make the gravlax for my daughter's birthday dinner on the 12th. so i was going to run, about my usual 3.5 miles, but then it was hot and my glasses needed to be fixed from my fall, so i ran to the glasses store, and they fixed my glasses after scaring me by telling me they might need replacement. and that's where i saw the ugly bruise down the left fifth of my face. and i needed to be home to take my daughter for her blood test, so i ran the amount of time that got me back in time, which came to a total both ways of 25 min and 1.9 miles. felt wimpy. and had promised her that today we would go to the Apple Store for an itunes card. so again, only 2.65 miles, split in two parts, and about 37 minutes. and i felt so out of shape. my legs and my lungs. and it's hot again.
did you ever read such a pitiful set of excuses? i watch you guys keep running in acute pain, and i fall out of shape in 3 days??? that's not supposed to happen. i'm supposed to run the halloween virtual 10K and now am not sure i will succeed in building my endurance back up... and i feel like a wimpy coward. i have to admit that going back on cobblestones scares me ... but the goal is that Tuesday i do the run i was doing when i fell. wonder if there are blood stains there?
almost 60 and feeling unfit again.
oops ... wallowing. time to start singing along with Linda Ronstadt and Warren Zevon ... poor poor pitiful me. that usually snap me out of it.