So last night I went for a run, but instead joined a pity party. Basically I took about 3 running steps on the treadmill and knew my hamstring wasn’t having it. It was way past that sore pain all the way to that oh my heavens you idiot if you keep running you’re going to hurt yourself worse pain. Since I couldn’t run I then had my own personal whine like a brat session on Twitter to all the fabulous people who commiserate with, listen to, and support me.
I whined about:
- How I’d been injured and had to take 3 full months off, had been running again for 2 months and was starting to feel a bit better about myself, and then pulled my hamstring in a rugby game 3 weeks ago. (Crummy luck!)
- The fact that all this puts me way behind the weekly mileage I am normally at – where I had hoped to start my marathon training.
- My slower than usual running – what used to be 9 or 10 min miles (depending on distance) are now pushing 11 minutes and I am sure the injury has something to do with that.
- Missing out of the first few weeks of marathon training and feeling behind.
- Holding back T, my training partner, who is faster than me when I am healthy and dominating me right now, but patiently waiting while I run very slowly.
- Most of all I whined about how I feel like this is some crazy double edged sword – If I don’t run then my distances and times don’t improve and I won’t be ready for the Marine Corp Marathon, but if I do run when my hamstring is hurting it may never get a chance to heal or even end up worse than it is now.
|Cooper River Bridge (Bridges = Hills in Charleston)|
So I stewed, felt depressed, and whined all last night and I realized it did me no good. Feeling sorry for myself doesn’t make me run faster or farther, it doesn’t help me along in my training, and it sure as heck doesn’t make my hamstring feel better.
Forget it – I had to stop with the negativity. No point in dragging myself down.
Tonight my mom and I headed out to dinner at this amazing Italian restaurant called Al Di La. If you are ever in Charleston it is a winner for sure. For her birthday I bought her two Groupons for dinner for 2 so we could have mother/daughter nights which I enjoy because I consider her one of my best friends. (Mom- when you read this don’t let it go to your head!) Our Groupon started off with an appetizer so we split the cheese plate. It was so good I totally forgot to take a picture – Whoops! Cheese distracts me.
I let myself have a glass of Chianti. I usually don’t drink because I am not a huge fan of liquid calories, I’d rather eat them all in delicious food form. However, an Italian red sounded amazing.
Mom’s pasta which she enjoyed…..
but my gnocchi was 100 times better (she may disagree). I LOVE gnocchi! Instead of stuffing the whole plate in my mouth at warp speed to enjoy these fluffy little balls of heaven I was good and took half of it home. Hello lunch tomorrow.
Now if you all know anything about me by now, from this crazy blog, you know I love running and I have a killer sweet tooth! While I am trying to reign my sugar cravings in and eat healthier so I can get in better shape (I think this while help my running) I believe you must enjoy life with the occasional splurge. This tiramisu was outstanding. So deliciously decadent that when my mom only had a couple bites I ate more than my fair share, I refused to let any go to waste. It was so good I would have licked the plate (had the restaurant not been full and people nearby to notice).