Friday, August 10, 2012
Joining the Rat Race
I've been dealing with this soreness on my left side, mostly in my hip and hamstring after I run. I finally convinced Dennis to give me a massage. He went to massage school, he has a table, he knows how to do it, right? But this princess needed to do more convincing and begging. So I made one of his favorite meals for dinner, and I bought him some good beer, and I guess that was enough.
He set up his table in the man cave, the basement, and went to work on me. He's such a good Australian Shepherd dad, stepping around the girls, who like to look up at me when I put my face down the hole in the headrest.
I'm hoping I can shake loose whatever is stuck and is causing all these annoying tweaks. And run a decent 5K at the Rat Race in Ault tomorrow. Decent is relative. Let's just say I want to run faster than I did last week. I know I haven't been doing any speedwork. But I want to run faster. Maybe it's too much to ask, but tomorrow I'll find out. It's supposed to be an accurate course.
Here goes the second week of my 5K training for 48 Hours plan. At the brutally early time of 7:30 am I will run the Rat Race 5K in Ault. I have to leave the house by 6 to get there with enough time to warm up and sign up. Not even enough time to make coffee. It will be a Starbucks Via morning.
Ault was a little town on Highway 14 going east toward Nebraska. But it's growing and is a bedroom community for some of the rat race. I haven't been there in a while, haven't ridden my bike over to that side of I-25 and gone north of Timnath lately.
Another 5K-induced moment of truth. The faster I run, the less I suffer, right?