I ran 10 miles with my group this morning, and this little fella came along for the ride:
(The brace; not the guy in it, though he has nice legs.)
My running store guy picked it out for me. I wore it all day yesterday, and it really helped, even though I was just walking around the office.
Today, I had it on so tight I thought I'd cut off my circulation, but it did the job. I have a bit of pain now with it off, but cross fingers, don't think I made anything worse.
So running! Yes! Today it was gray and cool out, very Fall-like. Perfect weather. There are two giant events happening on your national Mall today: the peace march, and the Library of Congress' annual book sale. On our way out, we passed about 270 thousand media trucks with their satellite antennae poking out, all lined up right between the White House and the Washington Monument. Sort of surreal with no people there and nothing to film but each other. On the way back the busloads of protesters began arriving and we started having to dance around them to get by.
And if I were not a total slug, I would drag myself back to the Mall and go to that book sale. But too hard to drive cuz all the streets are closed off, and Metro will be too crowded and anyway i have my PERIOD and a nice headache to go with it, if you must know. (God, you're so relentless!)
Our run this morning: 2 hours: 11 minutes. Which is just fine and dandy with me. Next Saturday is our "pretend" marathon, in a new location, cuz all the AIDS Marathon groups are coming together for this event. I'm still mad that I missed the 23-miler, which was our last run on the Crescent Trail, and would have kinda been good preparation for 26 miles, but oh well. I am now very hopeful that the doctor will say tomorrow, "Oh you just strained your whosis, just run backwards for a week, and you'll be fine."
Am very anxiously awaiting news from Stephanie. Thought of her during entire run this morning. Isn't it funny how close you can feel to someone you've never met?