Yesterday after work I decided to skip my Anthropology test (I get to drop the lowest test grade) and go for a run after feeding my food obsessed cats. I got all dressed up in my running shorts and a striped tank top and off I went.
I'm not sure how far I actually ran in terms of distance; however, I sure know how far I ran in terms of injuries.
Too Far.
At first it was nice and the breeze was cool and I ran into other semi-hot runners and felt such solidarity with them...but then I got a water cramp in my side...and my knees started to hurt...and my arches....oooooh my arches! And, of all things, my hip started to hurt...and while I as running and my chest was burning I thought what a fucked up thing it would be if I had to get a new hip because of this.
A new hip...and I'm sure it wouldn't be like the time I had my tonsils taken out when I got ice cream, popsicles, and lots of attention....I'd be single and learning how to walk again...I'm sure I could have all the ice cream and popsicles I wanted but it wouldn't be the same.
Having said that, I plan on keeping up this running thing...at least until my hip gives out and I have to start using a walker...which I would totally trip out.
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