Thursday, May 16, 2013

Amateur Mistake

We're nearly finished with Week Eight for Farrell's, and aside from the three days I spent in Chicago and last weekend's Market to Market Relay, I have perfect attendance.  (Granted, one day in Chicago I ran three miles and did some push-ups and sit-ups, another day I did the same band workout that my team did in the gym, and one of the days I ran 7.7 miles...)

Four days a week, I even do two-a-day workouts.  However, my attendance for those is anything but perfect.  It is hard to make every single practice immediately after school due to various meetings, appointments, etc., but I try to make as many as possible.  And as soon as summer comes, I'll be at nearly every single practice.

Today, however, was one of the days I skipped.  I had all good intentions of running 2+ miles with the kiddos today, but I made an amateur mistake yesterday that rendered me incapable of running today.


Get ready.

CW, one of my grad school friends who is a super great real-life friend, and I went on a walk with her beautiful baby.  I thought it was going to be a leisurely stroll around the neighborhood, and while it certainly was, it was much warmer than I thought, and we ended up going much further than I anticipated.

All of this was wonderful and would've ended perfectly had I planned my outfit accordingly and worn workout pants and tennis shoes.  Instead, I went straight from work in my little plaid skirt and sandals.

While I was super comfortable for the majority of the walk, I soon realized that I was experiencing the worst chafing of my entire life.

This is approximately the time that I started walking like a cowboy in an old western.

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Unfortunately, despite trying to walk as bowlegged as I possibly could, my inner thighs were pretty much raw by the time I got home.  (They were so raw, in fact, that I told The Boy that he was about to see me in my most unsexy form possible: I slathered zinc oxide all over those puppies, caked it on in a thick paste, and camped out spread-eagle on the bed for the entire evening.  HOT, I tell you.  Good thing he loves me.)

And if that's not enough, I have quite the blisters on the balls of my feet.  Apparently the calluses that I had from last summer had gone away.  I'll save you the horror of a photograph (you can thank me later), but just imagine a nickel-sized ball of blister.  Yep, lovely.

Regardless of all of my hot mess-itude, the walk was awesome.  It was so, so, so good to catch up with a good friend, one whom I had not seen for far too long.  I love the friends who -- despite the length of time between reunions -- pick up right where you left off.  Although it had been about six months since we had done our usual get-together, it was like a day had not gone by.  But, it also made me realize how much I had missed CW and how much I need to see her more often.  :)

So anyway, back to me being a disaster.

I skipped running today.  I probably could've managed it, but I also more than likely would have done more damage to my "injuries" and would've caused myself even more misery -- which in turn would've resulted in me taking even more time away from my two-a-days.

I will, however, be running four miles with the kids on Saturday -- whether or not my legs and feet are back to normal.

Eek.

1 comment:

  1. Reading this on my break and CRACKING UP!!! Like full-on laughing! The cowboy image is too much!!!!! Girl, I told you we didnt' have to go THAT far! I hope your thighs have healed. Oh my! And....I missed you too. Love you. Next walk, you'll be prepared. oxox

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