Today was a weird day. I had work, and wore my running group’s marathon shirt, only to realize about 3 hours in that the shirt was a little smelly and needed to be washed again.
I dealt with it.
I told myself to take a nap once I got home, and then seemingly forgot. I got about 30 minutes of a nap, which only left me more tired. And for about the billionth time, considered skipping my workout. However, I hadn’t done anything since my 8-mile run on Sunday and so I figured I should do this.
On the way there, my foot started cramping, but by the time I got to the store, it was fine. And I figured it was just my muscles being their usual pain-in-the-ass selves. The workout was a 5K time trial, so we had to jog the one mile to the path before starting. I ran the mile, but stopped short one block of the destination because my calf was so tight. I had to do some serious mental strategizing on the way to complete the mile, but afterward my calf felt somewhat looser. So, I figured it just needed a warm up.
I began the time trial, telling myself that – if I wanted to be somewhat successful at this – not to try to be a hero or show off and run the whole thing, but just do what I could, run and walk like normal and – while it wouldn’t necessarily be pleasant – it’d be fine.
I got through the first interval (4/2) but when I had to start running again, my brain just quit. I started walking, telling myself I would continue walking this whole fucking thing if I had to. I was hurting, and didn’t want to run anymore. Of course, I picked up the pace, resuming my run/walk intervals.
Toward the end, however, I experienced the strangest sensation. I realized that my left foot was numb! It was as if my body really wanted to quit. Shortly after I finished, the sensation came back – but it was one of the oddest things I’ve experienced to date. Time for me to seriously get those compression socks, I think…
Have a good night, everyone.