I had a dream the other day that, despite doctor’s orders to not run until my ankle heals, I showed up at the track for speed workouts with the Shammies. While everyone else did their 12x800s and pickups and whatever else they do, I was chugging around the track (in the wrong direction), convinced that if I tried hard enough and ran fast enough, my ankle would miraculously heal. At one point I was cruising around the track on my knees, thinking that maybe knee-running would be good for my ankle (what’s a dream without a little ridiculousness, right?). When I woke up, all I wanted to do was put my shoes on and run.
This past Sunday was the first big race hosted by the Shammies that I was supposed to run as a full-fledged member (I “ran” their Feeney Five last July but was just an anonymous slow girl, not a somewhat familiar slow girl wearing a run club singlet). I had been eagerly awaiting registration to open for Sunday’s run, and jumped on it immediately after the registration link was posted. I was so pumped to run this race! Instead, I’ve been sticking out my lower lip in a pout as I peruse the race results and browse the photos, sighing and consoling myself that there’s always next year. (One good thing about missing the race Sunday was that I was able to attend the entirety of my BFF’s baby shower, which I had been originally planning to selfishly miss most of because of the race. Boo selfishness! Yay baby! I’m so glad I was able to go, and like to think that, had my ankle not been stupid, I would have abandoned the race anyway to celebrate with her. Baby celebrations are so much more important than a silly 5K, as much as I wanted to run it!)
Colin has been good since I’ve abandoned him to injury, and is creating new routes with MapMyRun and cruising around town like no one’s business. He even has a snazzy new GPS watch, which I’ve been eying with envy. I’m dying to try out his new routes with him, and maybe even to spring for a GPS watch of my own someday! I want to be one of the cool kids!
New Balance is hosting a Girls Night Out in Boston next week, complete with a fun run, cocktails, and possibly free swag, and Shauna invited me and a few others to join her there. Sounds like my kind of Girls Night Out, and I’m so bummed that I have to miss it! A pox on your house, ankle! A pox all over your stupid ankle face!
Okay, I might be getting a little hysterical now. Clearly I am suffering from running withdrawal. I’ve actually got a countdown going on my calendar for when my 4-week sentence is up… I created it yesterday after thinking that it should be over any day now, only to see that I’ve still got at least 2 weeks to go. (I’m figuring that my sentence started over when I ran the B.A.A. 5K. Totally unfair, but worth it in the end. I hope.)
To change the subject to something happier and less absurd, I’m taking part in a link-up hosted by The Secret Blogger Club! The Secret Blogger Club is hosted by The Blonder Side of Life and Welcome to the Nuthouse, and is a way to find cool new blogs to follow. Click the link below to see what blogs are taking part, and be sure to add yours if you want to get in on the link-up action!