I am a fish out of water. Not an actual fish struggling to survive, I am the 8 year old kid making a mad dash across the deck to the side of the pool opposite my once friend now temporarily blind adversary (all peeking aside) and I'm just seconds from hopping back in when instead of yelling "MARCO" he screams "FISH OUTAWATER" ("outawater" b/c you and I both know in the heat of the game those three words "out of water" MUST be combined to efficiently pour out of the mouth as quickly as possible to catch the perp.
I am that busted kid who thought they'd be able to escape deck detection, but sadly shoulders dropped in devastating disappointment, I am out of the game...at least for now.
I had a sneaking suspicion for the past couple weeks that a new pair of shoes was on the horizon. While the treads of my running shoes were not what one might call wore out (fyi: they don't necessarily have to be for a new pair to be in order), I had been running in those same shoes since pre-Chicago marathon last year, so I knew the mileage on those puppies was racking up (sidenote: somewhere b/n 300-500 miles it is generally recommended to get new shoes so pay no attention to me and the way I arbitrarily decide the time has come as it is generally NOT the recommended way). But it was the little nagging by way of the shins that got me thinking I better get out to my favorite little running store, Running Fit (who gave me a 10% discount today for no apparent reason btw, thank-you very much Running Fit) for a purrty new pair.
But you know me: kids, writing, over scheduling myself, so I pushed the new shoes to the back burner where typically things...well...burn and ran on. Not smart. The nagging in my shins got louder and louder until finally it wasn't so much nagging but a full blown lying on the floor kicking and screaming temper tantrum. So rather than the scheduled speed workout on Tuesday, I took it off as a rest day. No big deal. Shift things around. Most importantly, get a new pair of shoes Wednesday morning, and I'm back on schedule as if I never missed a beat.
Just one problem. Wednesday morning as I happily got ready to head over to the running store (and by happy I mean, ecstatic, elated, overjoyed, actually singing out loud children's cartoon theme songs. Really, I was that thrilled about new shoes), I started feeling a little funny. A little funny quickly turned to not so good and I probably shouldn't leave the house right now which would in just a short few hours turn into downright disgustingly awful. It came in hard, fast and without warning and has hung on like that mysterious funk emanating from the refrigerator that no matter what you throw away you just can't seem to get rid of and thus begin to consider just buying an entirely new refrigerator (what? I know that HAS to happen to people other than just me).
It's now Saturday. I still haven't run or biked. I've lost 6 1/2 pounds. Just this evening the nauseous has started to pass (as a matter of fact I do believe I might actually be hungry! YAY!), and the headache is finally waning. Tomorrow is supposed to be my long run, but I'm thinking it's probably not a good idea and I'm sorely disappointed because the last one was so good.
So put on your coaching hats y'all. What should I do? Still feeling kind of out of it, but I'm sure I could do SOMETHING tomorrow. Nice slow run and see how it goes? Suck it up and do as the schedule says already (I mean I haven't done a thing since Monday after all and I'm going to have to suck it up eventually)? Cross train tomorrow? Take another day off and start fresh next week?
Ugh...Where's my Smurf towel? If you need me, I'll be sitting on a lawn chair with my goggles on top of my head (sparkly ones) trying to make up a new game plan as I wait for my turn.
'Til next time...
P.S. But on a positive note, my shins feel GREAT! AND I got new shoes today, which is a story all in itself (of course). I'll save that one for tomorrow though.
P.P.S. I would also like to take this opportunity to give thanks to my parents, my husband and my husband's dear Aunt Shellie who not only were forced to deal with me in less than pleasant conditions but who so graciously and loving took care of both me and my children this past week. Now everyone PLEASE pray the little girlies don't also get it. Thank-you!
P.P.P.S. (I know. I know. I'm always doing this.) I would also like to mention that I am in no way compensated by Running Fit to mention their store. I just like them and their friendly staff that much. And by friendly I mean even in the face of a customer who will spend a completely unreasonable amount of time walking around in their shoes but at the mere mention of testing them out on the store's handy dandy treadmill scoffs at the insinuation that they would have such time to do so yet continues to walk around undecided (Really, this happened. In the same amount of time I picked out, tried on, decided on my shoes, perused the nutrition section, purchased my products and am walking out of the store WITH two young children, they were still deciding and they had the shoes on when I first walked in. I sincerely hope customer turnover or commission does not play into how they get paid) STILL, so polite and friendly. Plus they organize what is fast becoming my favorite series of races at the Martian Marathon, a whole slew of courses for runners to help them get started or get better. AND they have suckers and/or toys for kids to keep them busy while you figure out what you want. So that, my friends, is why I am a fan. Oh, and they sell a whole bunch of running stuff too.