I did yoga this morning at the gym, which I haven't had the opportunity to do in weeks. It was glorious, I was feeling fabulously stretched. I came home, hydrated and had a hearty breakfast. [During this time I watched Teddy's service. Beautiful. Although, G Dubs, could you wipe the smirk off your face for I don't know, 34 seconds? It's a funeral for God's sake.]
Then I set off on my run. The plan was to do two loops, an 8 mile, pause at home, then a 7 mile. It worked out fabulously. The eight mile was fantastic, I once again had the opportunity to run around the stadiums, which always makes me happy, even though there weren't any tailgaters for the Steelers game yet. As I was at mile ohhhh 7.2., right around the Allegheny County Jail, I felt a twinge in my ass. All of a sudden, my right buttock just gave out on me. Just no more. Sorry Sarah, you wanted to run more today? Nope, not happening. I knew exactly what I needed to do to stretch it out, but it wasn't really feasible IN FRONT OF INMATES. So I just rubbed my butt (again, not an ideal situation) and just kinda did a shorter stride the rest of the way home.
I came home, paced the kitchen (gotta keep moving!) as I ate a banana and drank some G2. Then I did some yoga poses (God help me if I have to do this along the side of the marathon), went to the bathroom, changed (yes I sweat through outfit #1 and had to go to outfit #2. gross) and set out for loop #2.
Loop #2 wanted to kill me. It sought me out and tried to physically murder me. It was hotter, it was more humid, my buttock was still not pleased and I started to wish that I had a bottle of water maybe 2 miles in. But I perservered. I kept on going, and yes, I may have had to take a few 30 second speed walking breaks, but I'll probably need to do that during the marathon in order to stop at the aid stations. And I finished. That's all that matters.
Oh and I did an ice bath afterwards. My initial reaction was oh sweet jesus I can't decide what was worse the run, or the ice bath. After 2 minutes, it was heaven. If I could turn my bed into an ice bath, I probably would. Minus the whole issue of a lower pulse. That could be a potential problem.
The title of the post references my newfound love of 90s pop music while running. Will Smith -- today you may be a serious actor, but damn you were also so good at cheesy rap back in the day. 'N Sync - Pop -- oh to be young and naive again. Back in the days before 9/11 and when Lance was still dating women. Spice Girls - Wannabe -- I'll tell whatcha want what I really really want --- it's to finish this damn marathon.