...or alternatively titled "The night I had no real food in my house and used everything in my pantry."
Last night, due to the recent massive and never-ending snowfall, my plan of grocery shopping for the week got derailed when I went out to my car and discovered the two foot snow drifts that surrounded it. Being sans shovel, I quickly retreated back indoors.
Dinner was comprised of a can of black beans, a can of corn, a mason jar of some tomato concoction that my mom gave me and half an onion. I figured it was pretty close to chili. I topped it off with plain yogurt, shredded cheese and crumbled saltines.
There may or may not have been wine involved. And some Bachelor watching. (I totally called who he sent home, by the way.)
This morning I warmed up for my run by digging my car out of it's spot, followed by 30 minutes on the stationary bike and then a little 4 mile run. This week will be my highest mileage week in nearly four months- a whopping 30 miles. I've been behaving and only increasing 10% each week.
After my track workout with Minnesota R.E.D on Tuesday, I left thinking I would join some of them for the Rice Street Mile that was run tonight. Yesterday I had 13 miles on tap but decided to break it out to 7 in the morning and 6 later that night. However, after my AM run, I was having a lot of hip pain. Given the fact that I was planning on racing a mile, I figured I'd hit the bike at the gym instead.
As I was leaving the gym, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in the ball of my foot, kind of like a charley horse. It got worse and worse on the walk to my car. I figured it was just a muscle spasm and thought that it would feel better by the time I got home.
After icing and ibuprofen, I went to sleep hoping that I'd feel better in the morning.
Not willing to admit defeat, I packed my running gear in hopes of still making it to the Rice Street Mile just in case I miraculously recovered. I spent all day at work rolling a froz…
I'm still here. I've been incredibly busy these past six weeks (new job, new apt, lots o' running) and haven't had much time to blog. AND I also don't have Internet in my apartment. I'm currently "stealing" it from the Starbucks across the street.
Rather than bore you with paragraphs about what I've been up to, I'll let some pictures do the talking.
Over the past six weeks I've...
Moved. I don't have a picture to illustrate this because I was too busy moving to care about taking pictures so use your imagination.Sorry to let you down right off the bat.
Ran (and won!) another 5k.
Fine, not really. (I should note that this photo was taken after I spent several hours at a wedding reception and then had some beverages to celebrate my aforementioned victory. Benefit of living in a small town #278: News travels fast that you won a road race and people like to buy you drinks. Le Sueur, represent!)
This is what's happening every time I run: two extremely painful chafe marks underneath my sports bra. Notice that these marks are actually below where my sports bra lies, meaning my bra (and boobs) must be moving that much when I'm running.
The bra I'm wearing is Moving Comfort's Juno bra and it's been my go-to bra for my last three purchases. Usually this type of chafing signals that it's time for a new one but I just bought this one.
I've tried body glide, tightening the straps, loosening the straps, and finally resorted today to turning it inside out, which is a trick I read on Sarah OUaL's blog. Clearly it didn't help.
I'm at a loss. Girls with girls, what bra do you run in? Has this ever happened to you?
ETA: If you're seeing this post twice, it's because I changed the title of it. I was getting a lot of traffic from Russian porn sites (true story) and it seems like this was a popular post. Sorry to disappoint, no porn here.…