That scream you heard? That was me submerging myself in the bathtub and finding the spot the hook and eye enclosure from my bra rubbed raw. Hooo-weeee did that ever sting! Note to self: ditch that old sports bra ASAP!
I don't normally worry about chafing on short runs but for some reason I had some lovely spots after this one. I won't go into details about where the spots are but let me tell you, it ain't pretty.
For some stupid reason I was all pumped for this run so took off out of my house like a bat out of hell. Wrong move. Game over, man, game over. My shins started screaming at me by .5 miles and I had to chant over and over "The first mile lies, the first mile lies, sweet jesus, the first mile lies" otherwise I would have turned right around and gone back home. By the start of the second mile my legs hurt so bad I had to stop and stretch. It took me a full minute or two of stretching before I could move again and then I slowed way down to just give my legs a chance to recover. After that lovely slow second mile I decided to kick it up a notch for my last mile.
Can it be Friday yet? This week is being very unkind and moving slow as molasses!