Got up expecting a slow outdoors run this morning, and unfortunately I was too sleepy to change course and get saddled up for a run on the treadie. Even though it wasn’t snowing when I started around 5:50, there was a layer of slushy accumulation which meant my feet were slipping with each step. By the time I’d run 2 miles it was snowing hard and a crusty strip of ice had formed along my hairline, where my forehead was plowing into the wind. By the time I’d run 4 miles a little snow-peaked cap of ice had adhered to the space between my pigtails (clearly, I was not wearing a hat). For safety, I was running in the street toward traffic in my life green jacket, and twice a car drove by with such malice–not closely, just meanly–that it sent a shocking spray of gray freezing slush against my shins. m
Adding injury to insult*, afterwards my adductor brevis immediately began hurting in that burny, not-just-muscle-sore kind of way. So I postponed Wednesday morning’s run with AC and made an appointment with the acupuncturist for this evening instead. Now I’m soaking in an epsom salt** bath as I type this, hoping that the pins, bath and day of rest will knock this pain out and have me back running this weekend. 4.02 miles ran in 40:04. Average pace 9:58; fastest mile 9:43; sloest mile 10:23.
There’s nothing like the unexpected visit from a friend you thought you’d long ago cut out of your life, eh?
*Just to be fair, I will admit that as I ran up Skillman Avenue on my second time around my neighborhood loop, I looked up to see the black tree branches covered in fluffy white snow, and appreciated that beauty. It wasn’t entirely bad to be out running in the snow, even though I felt pretty stupid and embarrassed every time a car drove by.
**What the heck is an epsom salt anyway? The bit about tofu coagulents really freaks me out.