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!