|I need a pedicure like whoah--don't judge|
Now that I've grossed you out, let's actually rewind to Saturday. Guess what I did that day? I ran this many...
1. I've never ran more than four miles at once
2. My long run of four miles last week in Columbia was absolutely awful
But I got up early on Saturday, ate something decent, chugged some water and headed out to meet my running group. Since it was Family Weekend on campus, we did an off campus run on Grove Ave. which is an absolutely gorgeous road full of amazing old houses and other fun scenery. I've driven down it a few times, but I knew it would be a good thing for my run. Just Google some houses on that road, so nice.
It was cool outside and wore a nice workout tank which made me feel much like a runner than my typical t-shirt. I even went back to my "Alternative Endurance Workout" Pandora station and enjoyed some chill tunes as opposed to GirlTalk. I pretended that I was looking for a house and took in anything and everything about each one I saw. I crossed the paths of many more runners, walkers, bikers, and a few annoying families with multiple strollers and dogs (really?).
Once I ran over a bridge that took me across I-64 and I recognized the directional signs on the highway from when I drive downtown, I felt so legit. I kept my eyes peeled for the cross street that was supposed to signal me to turn around, but it was on the other side of the road. Once I ran into our running group leader (who had a much longer run) I knew I should turn around, so I actually ran 5.2.
When someone came on my Nike + to let me know I had reached my goal I was so happy it was crazy. I was smiling like a goof, and it gave me the extra motivation to keep going as I wasn't back at our original meeting place due to missing my cross street. For the first time I thought about the half marathon I'm running in February and I didn't feel panicked. Honestly, I felt like I could have kept going.
I made it back to the church we began at, stretched and chatted with some group mates before leaving. After a nice shower and getting myself together I even treated myself to the first Pumpkin Spice Latte of the season...
So are you still wondering about my toe? Well yesterday I was pretty hyper and asked MC if I could try and pick him up because I was also feeling like the Incredible Hulk. It didn't work--so maybe a piggy back? As I attempted, we're not quite sure what happened but my foot hit him and/or our coffee table. I noticed that it hurt when I shoved it in a pair of flats to go down to a sorority meeting at VCU last night and this morning it was swollen.
My idiot self still tried to shove in a shoe yet again to go to work, and by the time I got there I was hobbling. I grabbed a pair of sandals on the way out the door so thankfully slipped into those. So I'm not too sure I'll get my four miles in tomorrow, I may sub some quality time on the bike to get in some cardio.
I still can't believe that I ran five miles without dying, and I still can't believe that my toe looks like it lost a fight. But hey, I guess ya win some, ya lose some right?