Friday, February 17, 2012
Bands, better in concert than on my body.
You can never go wrong with a large gathering of turtles. These are band turtles too!
This band can suck it. Suckity, suck, suck, suck it.
It's Friday and all I can think about is the weekend so you're gonna get the short version. I went on a run yesterday. It was 47 degrees and nasty. Nasty I say! I didn't want to run on the treadmill, although in hindsight, it might have been the smooth move. The wind was blowing and my happiness meter went from moody to totally pissed off by the time I was done. I had no desire to run 7.5 miles on brutal hills in the wind. I did it anyway. I grumbled and cursed the wind, the hills, my quads, life in general. I had a nice pace but I was pissed at that as well. Booo. Hisss. When I reached the top of the hill at mile 7 my IT Band started to rub. My mind did a WTF!? I jogged home and foam rolled. When I was done foam rolling I foam rolled some more. Foam Rolling, it's what winners do.
Packed my bag, and headed to swim class...
I received praise from my coach. YAY!!...I'm no longer swimming like a moron. I've got the stroke down....that's what she said. I'll be bragging soon, stay tuned.....
Left swim, went to a local chicken wing place and indulged in about 6 deep fried wings, with potato wedges and bread. Recovery food....at 10:30 at night. Sometimes I pride myself on making good food choices.
Came home, put my dog to bed and fell asleep playing Hanging With Friends.