(*Name of entry stolen from a cool blogger I just found. Check her out. At least I think she's a she. She's mysterious.)
Anywho, with much trepidation, because of slight calf problem, causing slight inability to walk correctly, I went for a 4-mile run this afternoon, a sunny fall day with no humidity, because it was just too tempting not to run. (Did I just write that?)
Unfortunately, two very pushy pals insisted on joining me. Their names? Oh just I Told You So and I Knew It. (Apologies to Naomi.)
Now that I'm part of Operation Slow the F*** Down (apologies to Dianna), these two had no business running with me.
ITYS started up when my calf started to hurt. Then, IKI kicked in when I developed the side stitch.
I swear I wasn't goading them. My right calf has been hurting since Saturday's 10 miler, but it felt a bit better today, so I just thought (you thought! you thought! we need you to stop thinking) I would see what would happen if I did this little run very very slowly, using the run/walk method. So I decided to run 5 minutes and walk 1 minute (apologies to the perenially perky Penguin for stealing his ratio) instead of my usual 3:1 ratio which I use only and solely and wholly on long runs and never ever ever on short little runs like this.
So, here's what happened:
Mile 1: 11:37 (Hm, It hurts to walk to the start of the trail (I Told You So!). My leg feels like it is going to buckle at any moment.)
Mile 2: 12:27 (Keep running/walking. Now lovely side stitch develops. Do belly breathing. There is absolutely no reason for this (I Knew It!) Calf feels better. Sometimes.)
Mile 3: 12:41 (And sometimes it feels worse. WTF? ITYS and IKI are talking up a storm. Can't you two think of anything else to say?)
Mile 4: 12:29 (Hm, now it's feeling better, but don't even think that because you will jinx it.)
Walked 10 minutes afterward, and did these stretches (thank you Susan!) before and after. Everything seemed a-ok.
Off to grocery store, where, ut-oh, right leg seems to be doing whatever it wants, like, for instance, NOT holding up my body. Tonight, there was more icing and more stretching (not too much though), and I am now, for real, in full on panic mode and scared, um, Witless about what to do the rest of the week, and how on God's Green Earth Am I Going to Run 23 Miles on Saturday????