Week X

Only 6 more weeks to go. Which is terrifying.

But, I’m starting out strong this week. Monday I managed 16 miles… on a treadmill…

How did I keep from being bored you ask? Oh, just bye watching Harry Potter the entire time.

Training this week has been really great this week. I’ve been making great time. All is well.

Well. All WAS well.

So…

I had a race in Biloxi, Mississippi on Saturday and Sunday. To be honest, I didn’t set myself up for success with this one. I wanted to make sure I got all my miles in, so by Friday I was a little tired. I worked that night till 10ish, then drove an hour and a half to my mom’s house to take care of the dogs. The next morning I was up at 5 to drive out to Biloxi for the 5k. I actually felt pretty good during this race! I didn’t have this crazy amazing time but I did get 7th in my age group.

Now, the rest of the day, I relaxed, I ate Greek food, I ate the last of the frozen waffles (big mistake) and went to bed early because I needed to wakeup at 4 the next day. Now, waking up at 4 was surprisingly easy. However, since it was so early, I didn’t hydrate that much before the race (mistake #1) and I also didn’t fuel myself… like at all (Flashback to where I ate the last waffle the night prior). Mistake #3? It was so fucking cold that instead of trying to stretch and jog it out, I huddled in a corner to get out of the wind. Dummy. As if I’ve never ran a race before. Why did I forget bag check was a thing?

Now that I’ve put all these pieces together for you, I’m sure you know what happens next.

I get pumped up. I’m at the starting line. I feel the energy. I start off strong immediately after I cross the starting line andddd… shit happened. My leg just starts burning and feeling uncomfortable. I think meh, maybe it’ll get better. Let’s give it another mile or two. Maybe I’m just sore from yesterday and it’s the cold weather that’s making it feel weird.

What I should’ve done: Walk. Turn around and get an Uber. Not run the race.

What I actually did: Ran the whole thing. Thought about walking. Started to walk. Didn’t want to walk 10 miles because I’ll get it done with sooner if I pick up the pace. Damnit. If I run, my leg gets mad at me. I can’t turn around because the race doesn’t start where it ends. Well fuck I guess I’m running.

So, I suggest anyone in my position to just call the Uber. Really. Just call the Uber. Because now I 100% made it worse.

Not exactly sure what is wrong. According to WebMD I either have a strained/pulled muscle or I’m dying so…

So that’s week 10 of Amy being an idiot. But maybe this happening just makes the journey that much more entertaining. Honestly trying to figure out something positive from this but not coming up with much.

Plan for next week: Rest. Ice. Compression. Heat. Sit in the shower with wine and cookie dough. Don't wear pants. Watch Christmas movies. A lot of TLC if you will.

Hoping not to go to the doctor, but I’ll keep ya’ll updated.

Until next time,

XOXO (Yes, I just want to be Gossip Girl, OKAY?!)

Amy