Monday, May 2, 2016

It's over

It's only appropriate that the first song I heard en route to Cincinnati was "It's the end of the world as we know it." Indeed. I was bound and determined and crazy stupid stubborn driven to finish the Flying Pig. After that, however, I don't know. For months now I haven't been able to see past May 1. I'd have to say I'm a retired runner, at least for the foreseeable future. It's sad. My body has been screaming at me since Christmas that we need a break. I abused it one last time, but it's time to slow down and see what else life is all about without running. According to my bucket list, I want to learn to dance the flamenco, to play the piano (again), to speak Russian. Maybe it's time to pick up one of those endeavors.

Ironically, my PF foot is the least of my pains today. My quads are beat and I picked up a blister on my right pinkie toe, both of which are significantly more painful than the arch. Nothing makes sense. I tried a different approach to healing the aches and pains, which seems to have worked dramatically better than anything I tried the first 21 times.

It's sad, and the gloomy weather doesn't help any. I don't want to retire. Even with beat up quads and a blood blister, I still want to go run today :(

Oh look! Here's a picture of me with a flying pig...

They emailed today - register for 2017 in the next two weeks for $150. It was $165 this year at the lowest rate. Why must you tempt me Mr. Pig? 2017 would be my 5th year, at which time I'm part of the "squadron" and could collect an additional 5-year finisher medal. I don't want to talk about it lol

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