Monday, I was feeling a little sore from the hill’s on Sunday but I was coming around to my race time. 🙂 I took it easy all day, just caught up on some laundry and course work. I had skipped foam rolling on Sunday (Slacker!!) so I made sure to roll Monday evening. Holy crap, my right IT band was/ is angry with me. That’s what I get for putting it off.
I was looking forward to a
nice sore, easy run at the lake Tuesday after work. Being 4 weeks out from the SLO half marathon, I knew I needed to get back to training. Particularly if I want to improve my time from my PR of 2:05:57. I knew Tuesday’s run was going to be slow and awkward but I just wanted to get my legs moving. I figured my week would look like this-
Monday– rest Tuesday-3 slow miles Wednesday– long work day Thursday 4-5 easy miles Friday-rest
I know that I have mentioned my gracefulness (or lack thereof) before but my proclivity for stupid accidents really reared it’s head. Tuesday morning I was a little tired, so I slept a few minutes longer. This prompted me to get ready in a hurry. Which led me slamming my head into my bathroom counter. Such skill!!!! After a few four letter words and hopping around, I moved on. While putting on makeup, I noticed a big welt forming above my brow bone, so nice. I only felt a little pain, so I finished getting ready and headed out to work. 3/4 of the way to work, I knew I had a problem. I made it to work, but it’s a little hazy. 😦
I spent the day completely nauseated, hating light and sound and trying to not move much. One of my coworkers tried to make me track his finger, not could I not do it, I almost lost my cookies. I managed to keep down some chips- my go to for nausea- and made it home after work. No running for me but lots of rest in a dark room. Today was slightly better, I manged to eat real food. My head feels tight and the nausea comes and goes, yay! I spent my lunch napping in the break room. I am hoping tomorrow will be little to no nausea. I would like to get in a run but that’s probably not likely. Which means my hope of hitting 75 miles this month is not too likely either.
So let’s just call this a true recovery week? That’s was happens when my innate grace comes out to play. Actually come to think of it, my entire family is talented at hurting themselves in weird and crazy ways. So while my posts may not include any actual running, I do have some gear reviews that I have been meaning to post and some blog awards I have been I’ve been slacking on (thank you!). And I will anxiously count the minutes until I run. 🙂
Happy hump day!!!
Anyone else have any hidden injury talent or is it just genetics?