3 posts tagged “owie”
apparently i ran a half marathon.
I hurt.
more tomorrow ;-)
(ps Dancing Beariffic, they cut us off at the farmer's market.. i was all set to wave at you but alas.. i never got there. i hope you inspired the marathoners!!)
Howdy.
Thursday night two skinny young girls walked in to my kickbox class like they owned the place*. punching and kicking in their skinny, young way. Normally I take it sort of easy on thursdays, but their presence was a challenge. My squats were deeper and my punches were harder, and the class kicked everyone's ass. Seriously, I have been feeling it since...
..and yet...
...today the galloway group did 9 miles on the.. um.. Natchez something or other. we saw ponies. we ran up and down hills. i drank all my water-- twice. When we got as far out as we'd ever been, we still had to turn around and come back. Let me tell you.. i am in some kind of pain right now. My hamstrings and calves were HUMMING when we finally finished (takes about two hours with walk breaks). the balls of my feet ached. and i was.. STARVING. I'm not usually a breakfast eater; normally it takes me until lunch or so to feel like eating, even when i run early. But today.. I think I burned every calorie I had. i just finished most of a bag of rice chips, a can of chicken, and a can of healthy choice gumbo. I think i would like to fall into a fetal position on the couch with my sweet kitty Jonas.
but i should probably stretch first.
and i really need to vacuum.
xooxo
edit. i forgot the footnote:
* I have nothing against them for being skinny and young. And they didn't really act like they owned the place, i just had to make them sound menacing. They're actually quite adorable. I remember when I first started there, everyone musta thought i was trying to own the place. It's taken us all quite a while to warm up to each other. I wouldn't trade it tho, it's great. I hope they come back.
the y in the subject is supposed to be a 7, but i'm too tired to edit.
in the last 48 hours I've
-visited with friends
-eaten at crepevine
-packed
-packed
and i'm still packing.. I haven't seen a single firework, but i think i've got exactly the right number of boxes.
and if you were wondering if i'm the kind of girl who packs knives without wrapping them and then whines when she's cut, i'm totally that girl:
i. am so. tired.