The Fairest Week In Review: Special Roadkill Edition

Not dead yet

Here’s a rare circumstance: I’m going to recommend you read this week’s training log. It gets interesting toward the end.

Sunday | ran 5.12 miles on the treadmill in 50 minutes
Speed run! Also I burned my leg and hand a bit making pancakes. It’s a long story which I mention because it is a harbinger of things to come.

Monday | walked 2.55 miles outside in 40 minutes; 50 minute ballet class

Tuesday | ran 10.48 miles outside in 1:50

Wednesday | walked 2.11 miles outside in 35 minutes; 50 minute ballet class

Thursday | ran 10.15 miles outside in 1:50
Annnnnd here’s where it gets interesting. Mile 4, zoned out, a little tired but doing all right. Realize I’d zoned out during my walk break and gone a touch too long; my subconscious starts up my running gait without first consulting my senses. Which is why, in the face of a slight but unequivocally existent incline, I didn’t pick up my feet high enough, tripped, flailed like a Goofy sports cartoon (synergy), and took a header off the sidewalk right into the asphalt.

My right arm: scrapes on my fingers and elbow, road rash along my forearm. My right knee: scraped on top, bruise on the inside. My left knee: GOUGED, although I didn’t realize the extent of the damage because it was just covered by my now very slightly, very gently, but very definitely shredded capris. But! Bones, joints, tendons, muscles, etc.: all good!

So I popped up, gave a thumbs up to the passing pickup truck that had slowed to a stop in case I was, in fact, dead, and ran six more miles. Because I did NOT get up at 5:40am for the privilege of taking off my top layer of skin and going home.

Meanwhile I avoid cleaning my bathroom because it seems insurmountable. The runner brain works in mysterious ways.

Friday | rest
Because, uh, yeah.

Saturday | rest
Went to see Flogging Molly live because Irish folk punk rock trumps oozing knee scabs. (Which I politely covered in bandages for the occasion because I’m not a COMPLETE rube.)

THAT VIEW

I’d say that epic will do nicely for now, so let’s move on to the Twilight Bark.

Elbowglitter reflects on how to a handle a bad race.
Back At Square Zero reveals the lie that is the affordability of running.
Just Me & My Running Shoes fosters running hustle.
Fairytales & Fitness offers a listing of zoo runs around the country. None of which are near me, boo.
Disney In Your Day assembles a Moana running costume.
This Fairytale Life has the scoop on this new Lularoe/Disney collaboration. Based on what I’ve heard of Lularoe, I’m intrigued but also scared?
easyWDW checks out World Showcase’s Wine Walk experience. Elizabeth and I did this a long time ago and it sounds like the price has gone up with very little plussing of the experience. Once again I’m glad Josh did it so I don’t have to.
Living A Disney Life chills in the Gorilla Falls aviary. If Disney sold those birdhouses I’d buy one.
EPBOT DIYs an awesome Epcot tee.
Rolling with the Magic reiterates that WDW is awesome for people of all abilities.

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2 Comments

  1. Oh no. I have totally done that. Feel in a sidewalk and tried to catch myself, but I am such a klutz that I took out a knee, arm, and my chin. Was a bloody mess.

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