As I have said before....I'm a crappy blogger. Sometimes I forget that I even have a blog. Not that I mind sharing my insight and intellect (as thin as they might be) with folks, but I've never been the greatest writer.
News in my life...I ran the Colorado Marathon a week and a half ago. It wasn't my most stellar performance, but I still finished in 3:15:xx. I definitely went out too fast, and both my calves were tugging after mile 2. I hit the 10kish mark in 38:30ish. There wasn't a actual 10K mark...so it's a guesstimate. I led for the first 10 miles...don't ask me what I was thinking...I couldn't tell you. At the end, my calves had blown up. Besides that I felt great cardio wise. We headed over to our friends' house for brunch. My stomach felt iffy, but I decided that I needed calories. I had two pieces of bread and a mimosa, when it HIT me. I had to leave! I went home, and stayed there in bed for around 30 hours. I ate my first FULL meal on Tuesday afternoon. Lovely.
I was sore. On Wednesday, I decide to go for a recovery jog. Made it 1/4 of a mile or so. I had a shooting pain up both my calves. On Thursday, I tried again, made it across the street. Quadrock was not looking so good. I wen to Terry's office and met with David. After doing some diagnostic work with an ASTEM(sp?) toolio, he said my soleus on both calves had been torn. Quadrock was out, but I was able to volunteer. At least I felt useful, since I worked most of the day and evening.
I was a good chica and took the time off. I ran up Horsetooth yesterday, and another 7 on the road today. Systems seem to be a go.
I will try to be a better blogger...but in all honesty...I like to talk on the phone more.