Well friends...I hoped a great deal, but I did not meet my goal on Thursday. I stepped on the scale, looked down, and read 160.1. A TENTH OF A POUND AWAY! Goodness gracious. It's still loss, it's still closer...
It's been difficult to run since the 10K. It seems as though I might have done a number on my right foot. My boss thinks it's plantar fasciitis, which makes sense based on what I've read about it and what she's told me. This is no bueno! I didn't run all of last week, and my foot started to feel quite a bit better. Then, on Saturday morning, I pushed myself out the door and enjoyed a 2.43 mile run with my dog Shenzi. After I got home and took a shower, I stepped out of the tub and felt the terrible pain again. This is what I get for jumping into a race that I wasn't particularly prepared for in the way that I should have been.
Lesson learned, folks -- you've got to train for these sorts of things! Properly train, that is. Now I've got foot trouble and worries that a half marathon might not be in my December schedule....
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