And I learned something else today
Learning something two days in a row. Wow. This may be some kind of record.
But everyone makes mistakes. And I made a huge one today. One I never plan on repeating.
Around 4:45, I pulled into the Shawnee Mission Park marina parking lot. I absolutely didn't want to run 6 miles today. It was a long day. I had volleyball in 2.5 hours. We were getting a liver tonight and I was going to miss my second volleyball game. I won't be getting home until 5:00 or so Thursday morning. My phone will undoubtedly stert ringing at 6:30 am with people wishing me a happy birthday (because it's my birthday and that's what my friends and family do). I was up all night Monday night working on a liver. I had to work Tuesday b/c some studies had to get done. I am pretty much wiped out - functioning on 8.5 hours of sleep since Monday morning. I am eating m&ms and drinking Dr Pepper as I type this looking for any combination of sugar and caffeine to sustain me for 7+ more hours.
I knew I was in a bad situation today for my run, mentally and physically. I just didn't want to run 6 miles.
So what does my dumb-ass do?
I run hills. Running in the flats would have made too much sense. And because my tired brain wasn't doing math all that well, I wound up doing almost 7 miles. A slow 7, averaging 11:10/mile. But I did go up Shawnee Mission Mountain twice and hit some other hills, just because.
Argh.
Stupid overachieving.
But it gets worse.
As I was changing (in my car), I noticed a hole, about the size of a quarter, on the inner left thigh of my compression shorts.
That was a bad sign.
You see, the muscles in my thighs are huge - and growing stronger by the day. And since I am thankfully not bow-legged, they tend to rub together when I run.
So I wear compression shorts to create a buffer between my thighs. The shorts are very effective at preventing chafing. And since wearing the shorts, I have never had any issues with chafing between my legs. My butt still chafes occasionally, especially when it sweat excessively or if it is raining, but the thighs never do.
So when I noticed the quarter sized hole in the shorts, I should have just driven off. But nope, like the idiot that I am, I still ran.
7 miles.
Over big mountain-sized hills.
Now, there is a quarter-sized spot on my upper inner thigh that is rubbed raw.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
sigh...
Time to hobble back to the lab and play scientist for a while!
But everyone makes mistakes. And I made a huge one today. One I never plan on repeating.
Around 4:45, I pulled into the Shawnee Mission Park marina parking lot. I absolutely didn't want to run 6 miles today. It was a long day. I had volleyball in 2.5 hours. We were getting a liver tonight and I was going to miss my second volleyball game. I won't be getting home until 5:00 or so Thursday morning. My phone will undoubtedly stert ringing at 6:30 am with people wishing me a happy birthday (because it's my birthday and that's what my friends and family do). I was up all night Monday night working on a liver. I had to work Tuesday b/c some studies had to get done. I am pretty much wiped out - functioning on 8.5 hours of sleep since Monday morning. I am eating m&ms and drinking Dr Pepper as I type this looking for any combination of sugar and caffeine to sustain me for 7+ more hours.
I knew I was in a bad situation today for my run, mentally and physically. I just didn't want to run 6 miles.
So what does my dumb-ass do?
I run hills. Running in the flats would have made too much sense. And because my tired brain wasn't doing math all that well, I wound up doing almost 7 miles. A slow 7, averaging 11:10/mile. But I did go up Shawnee Mission Mountain twice and hit some other hills, just because.
Argh.
Stupid overachieving.
But it gets worse.
As I was changing (in my car), I noticed a hole, about the size of a quarter, on the inner left thigh of my compression shorts.
That was a bad sign.
You see, the muscles in my thighs are huge - and growing stronger by the day. And since I am thankfully not bow-legged, they tend to rub together when I run.
So I wear compression shorts to create a buffer between my thighs. The shorts are very effective at preventing chafing. And since wearing the shorts, I have never had any issues with chafing between my legs. My butt still chafes occasionally, especially when it sweat excessively or if it is raining, but the thighs never do.
So when I noticed the quarter sized hole in the shorts, I should have just driven off. But nope, like the idiot that I am, I still ran.
7 miles.
Over big mountain-sized hills.
Now, there is a quarter-sized spot on my upper inner thigh that is rubbed raw.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
sigh...
Time to hobble back to the lab and play scientist for a while!
posted by Kevin at 7:11 PM
4 Comments:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEVIN! KG/DC
...yeah...happy birthday, you big cuddly teddy bear, you....
Happy belated birthday! And that sure was dumb of you -- that's what you get for overahieving. I'd have done the same though.
i'm a little confused if yesterday or today was/is your birthday but who cares, it doesn't really matter, because at least i read your blog and paid attention and read that your birthday is sometime. so happy happy birthday.
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