Boy am I glad this is a three day weekend. I get to sleep late, relax and do nothing for 3 days. Or not. The day that Christine and I sleep late and do nothing is the day they take a picture of the little old couple who died in there sleep together. Until then, I have too much to do.
My weekend has started off pretty awesome. I went and saw a new massage therapist who handle a lot of the triathletes and runners I know. Of course, one of them calls her “The Crippler”, and I can see now where it came from. She bent my legs in directions that are usually reserved for the the embalmist at the funeral home when the casket is 4 feet too short. Of course, she also found some knots that had been buried deep in my body for a long time. With all the miles I have been putting in, it was well needed. I just need to rest afterwards to let the muscles heal.
Instead, Christine, Mason & I worked our butts off rebuilding the roof on our deck. I think I tore every muscle I had left in the process. And I also lost 32 pounds of sweat in the process (take that Jenny Craig!) Anyway, we worked hard until we had to quickly shower and head to the first high school game of the year. Lara is a Gatorette (dancer) at St. Amant High, so we try not to miss a game. And believe it or not, the game was great (ie…..we won!) We got home pretty late and hit the sack. Lots to do on Saturday.
This morning, we headed to the LSU lakes earlier. When I mean early, we started running around 6:15 or so. Christine had a 1 hour and 45 minute run to do, and I had 12 to 14 miles. We took off in opposite directions with the sun still pretty far down. I decided to run the Baton Rouge Beach Half Marathon course in reverse this week. Hitting the hills from the other side would keep things different.
One thing I quickly noticed was that some of the women running that early made no eye contact at all. I always smile and say good morning to everyone running. They never looked in my direction at all. I guess they were worried about stalkers or that I might turn around and follow them. Sorry ladies, the only woman I would follow was running the other direction.
Another interesting sight was the pack of 6 or 7 women by the golf course. Every one of them had an Ipod with both head phones in. And every one of them was talking much faster than they were running. What is up with that? I feel sorry for their husbands.
The run was going well until about 10 to 11 miles when my legs started to feel dead. Oh yeah, Tammy (the crippler) told me my legs would feel fatigued for a couple of days. Well they did indeed. And then my watch beeped and said, “WORKOUT FINISHED!”. Great! Except for one problem: it wasn’t. I had screwed up the programming and set it at 12 miles. I hit start again and kept running.
I finally finished after 13.16 miles and found another radar trap at the beach. At least this time, I wasn’t getting a ticket!
Christine had finished a few minutes earlier and she was at the truck. And she quickly noticed something wrong with my shirt. Actually, during my run I gave it a custom tie dye job.
If you can’t quite figure out what that is, it is blood. And judging from the symmetrical locations on my chest, I would guess the nipple region. Yep, I forgot the band aids. I got the shirt off but not before a half gallon of sweat hit my chest. Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh!
Luckily, Christine had some band aids so I was able to put on a dry shirt. We made it home in time to work on the roof for another 3 hours or so. Sure, we are trying to get it finished before the rain, but I was also doing everything I could to avoid the shower. Chafed body parts just love the shower. That is their chance to let you know how much of a moron you are.
In case you are wondering……. I survived the shower with only a few tears……and about 15 screams.
Now it is time for a nap, some Michelob Ultra and some LSU Football! GEAUX TIGERS!
Tags: Bloody Nipples, LSU lakes, LSU Tigers, marathon training
all I can say is…thank God for sports bras…OUCH! No wonder nobody would make eye contact….they thought your piercings were bleedins…