Preparation D, with More Ads

Well, smart-ass, that’s what you get for bragging.  2 miles?  Who the hell do you think you are?

Tried that 2.5 mile run the other day.  Got about 1 1/4 miles into it when my right knee (the problem knee) and left ankle both screamed out at the same time, so I slowed down to a brisk walk for 1/4 mile.  Felt like I had my legs back so I got my run on again, and stopped almost as soon as I started.  Walked a little more, then felt good enough to run the last 1/2 mile.  Actually, the last 1/2 mile felt great.

But my ankle doesn’t.  It’s swelled a bit and hurts more as the day goes on.  The knee isn’t so bad, probably because I’ve dealt with that for most of my life, so I’m used to it.  So I’ve been stretching whenever I can, and it helps some, but then again, so does Aleve.

And I’m done with the track.  I have enough trouble keeping up my exer-confidence without two college girls lapping me and jumping the hurdles while they do it.

Tomorrow is supposed to be a 4 mile run, which seems like a goddamn eternity of running to me.  I bring up Google Earth to map out something and keep thinking Jesus, how is that ONLY 2.83 miles?  I need to find a different map program with some kind of measuring glitch that works in my favor.

Trouble is, I wantto run it.  I felt great the other day with that 2 mile run actually completing what I had set out to do.  I’ll never be up to a whole marathon, I can pretty much guarantee you that.  But after seeing what it takes just to get a couple miles out of my ass, I have nothing but respect for the folks that can log the whole damn thing.  Kevin has started up his blog again over at Preparation H to gear up for the Lake Placid marathon, which is probably going to be just goddamn beautiful because that whole area rocks out with it’s Adirondack mountainous cock out.  Truly a thing to behold.  That should be on a bumper sticker…

So it’ll be slow and steady tomorrow, I don’t want to aggravate the ankle if it’s a problem, but I want to get it into shape if it’s just upset to be lugging the fat-ass left side of my body around.

By the way, didn’t care for running without listening to anything the other day either.  Made me concentrate way too much on how I sound when I run, which is sort of like, well, if I ran by you, you might say, “Listen to that guy… why the hell is he running?”

~ by Dan on April 18, 2009.