So, so, so sidelined

The weekend in Chicago was a total blast...well, mostly a blast. Lots of baseball and the fam and friends from near and far (thanks, by the way- you guys rock!!! so much fun!). Race day had me feeling not so hot after being up most of the night (NOT partying), but despite my stomach wanting me to do otherwise, I ran...and ran....and ran.......I started swearing when I didn't see the Mile 7 marker and started to become despondent that the damn mile was taking for-EVER when I heard two guys near me saying the same thing. One guy missed the marker, the other had seen it, and just like that... Iwas almost an entire mile farther than I thought! That was a good boost, even if it did throw my timing off. Overall, it was not the race I set out to run, and that was a bit disappointing, but I still came in right around 2 hours, so all was not lost.

The week after the race, my body totally broke down. The stress of the race, and all the traveling, and the bar (which I never really rested after), and work, and rehearsal finally made the old girl say "enough!" and i remained parked on my couch with my pup and lots and lots of Olympics for 2 days straight.

Now, however, there is a new problem. That nagging soreness from before the race has worsened and I couldn't finish my miles yesterday. It hurt to walk or put all my weight (which was probably a higher number after last week's recovery time) on it. SO, I sucked it up and made a doctor's appointment to get to the bottom of it. Problem: doctor can't see me for more than 2 weeks. IN the meantime, what do I do? No running at all? No running today?

More soon- have to go to abs class....god forbid, I am fat AND injured!

Check, check

Illinois bar exam- check. Tickets to baseball- check. New, supercute racing sunglasses- check (hey, even a robot like me has to bribe herself once in a while to stay motivated). While I am still looking for my sanity after this last bar exam experience, my body continues to rebel against being subjected to further regimentation and discipline, mostly in the form of a nagging quad pain (this could be fun on Sunday- stay tuned!), and I am battling that inevitable post-goal-reaching funk, I am also making my lists and doing my errands in order to be ready to leave for home bright and early tomorrow morning. About this, I am excited. It's this week in the city that has been the challenge. I am not exactly sure what it is that has made me struggle so much this week, but hopefully tonight's workout- my last speedwork session and inaugural run on the new shoes I am picking up at lunch- will knock me right out of the funk and into the fastlane.

Alright, off ot create more lists...and pack...and run. More when I arrive tomorrow!