Waking up with a bloody head
is not the best way to start the new year. Things can only improve from there, right?
I set my alarm for early because I was supposed to meet my crew for 8 miles. I am jolted awake not by my alarm, but by the phone actually ringing. Yep. I missed my alarm and overslept.
Bahama Mama hastily made plans for me to meet them up on the trail and I scurried to get ready. My heart already racing, I ran about a half mile before I caught up with them, about 2.5 miles into their run. No worries, I had planned to run to Panera from Bahama Mama's house, making up some of my missed mileage. Sadly, my original plan was to run to Panera getting in extra mileage.
We stopped for water along the trail, but the water fountains had been turned off. For me, not so bad, I had only been running about a mile and a half. The others were understandably thirsty. Anne lives close so she offered a detour to her house for water. Nice plan except that we had to step over some caution tape to continue on the trail to her house. What should have been an easy task pretty much ruined my run. I lifted my leg oh so nimbly over the yellow tape and...riiiiip. Searing pain in my weak gluteus medius. My butt was on fire. I knew I couldn't continue. Tears burned in my eyes and a string of naughty words threatened to pour out of my mouth.
I headed the half mile back to my car, locked the doors and just sat there and cried.
So I'm home now, it's not even 7 am and I'm wide awake, icing my weak @ss and moping.
No long run, no catching up with friends, no bagel. Just hurt.
Craptastic this year so far.