I did the Mother’s Day run yesterday…and since I’m fucking hardcore I was like, ‘dude, I’m TOTALLY doing the 10K run. None of this 5K shit for me, yo’…..completely ignoring the well established fact that I hadn’t run for months. I only started running again (after months of not) the past 2 maybe 3 weeks.
I was wholly unprepared for the stubborness that would make me push myself through those 10K beyond what my body was acclimated to.
Actually, I did okay. I finished not too far off of my time last year (not that I’m keeping very good track of these things) and felt alright the whole run.
But, yesterday evening…
that was an entirely different story as I nearly cried in pain each time I got up off the couch.
HOLY SHIT MY KNEES!
My knees are so mad at me they want to meet me at the bikeracks after school.