But I went to spin on Tuesday (with wimpy spin instructor) and again on Wednesday (with kick-ass spin instructor), AND my calf slowly felt better. I took all your advice and marched back to the shoe store where I bought the evil Saucony Triumphs, prepared for a fight. Showed the guy behind the counter my old NB 1023s, told him my tale, and he said, "Oh no problem. We don't want you to keep something that's not working."
He went to the back of the store and pulled out:
Yep, he had two pairs of 1023s, size 5 and size 11.
I took 'em and ran.
Shout out to Gotta Run, Pentagon Row in Arlington!
In fact, I ran 5 (ish) miles on the treadmill the next morning, and all was well.
I really like running at the Y on Thursday mornings, cuz the treadmills have televisions, you don't get kicked off after 30 minutes, and I get to flip back and forth between Joe and Mika on MSNBC and American Morning on CNN, which is thrilling cuz I never ever watch TV news other than the great NewsHour. So it's quite a treat, for instance, to see the entire American media industry all camped out in front of Bernie Madoff's apartment, waiting with bated breath, to film a CAR MOVING SLOWLY OUT OF A DRIVEWAY.
I miss a lot, I know, because of my crazy addiction to public television.
Thursdays are usually threshold runs, so the schedule says "6 miles, 2 x 15 at threshold," and I like those because I like talking like a runner. OK, I never actually get up to six miles because I run too slow to get it in AND get to work at a reasonable hour, but still.
Thursdays I always also run into fellow D.C. Tri-club-er, L, who is training for Ceour d'Alene Ironman on June 21, and is already running when I get there at 6 and still there after I leave. Plus, she runs at the speed of light. You go girl.
Thursdays are good.
So the calf is good. Maybe one day it will grow up to be a cow.
Meanwhile, 14 miles is on the schedule, YET AGAIN. I'm sick of seeing that number. Plus, the National Half is apparently next SATURDAY. Who knew?? So I'm thinking I should be tapering.
If you're running the National Half and want to meet the great and very scientific Danielle, gimme a shout. (I don't really answer the phone. E-mail.) We're setting up dinner.
Finally, in other news, I'm thinking of moving to Germany. Hi Jack! And in the great tradition of cliffhangers, I'll save details for another post.