Happy Fourth of July! I finished my 5K. 1 hour, 3 minutes (ish. I didn’t grab my unofficial time from the timing chip.) Approximately 20.32 minutes per mile. Not the fastest race in the world, but I wasn’t doing it for speed, unless you’re a snail. (Die Schnecke is German for “The Snail,” if you were wondering.)
On the other hand, I was just doing it for something to do on the Fourth of July while the roommate and one of our friends ran the 8K. It served that purpose quite well. I talked to lots of nice people along the route, mostly to assure them that neither was I dying nor did I think I was dying.The roommate ended up coming back for me after she finished because I was taking so long. It was nice to have someone walk with me for part of the race, other than the constant presence of the sweeper vehicle pushing me forward down the race route.
The roommate ended up coming back to me after she finished because I was taking so long. It was nice to have someone walk with me for part of the race, other than the constant presence of the sweeper vehicle pushing me forward down the race route.
My right hip has been really bothering me, and I know I’ve been relying more on my left leg than usual. So much so that at the half way point, I considered calling things done, but by that point, I was half-way done. No sense in taking a ride back to the finish line when I was already half-way there, right? That’s what I told myself anyway.
I didn’t realize how much I’ve been aggravating my left leg until I sat down and started writing this post while the roommate took her shower, then got up to go take a shower myself.
I’d been planning to write some inspirational “the last finisher still finished” thing. That’s not going to happen anymore. I still finished, but now I’m wondering if I shouldn’t have listened to my body more. Not entirely, mind you. I finished and that was a goal, and I feel good about that. Just more in the “did I actually do damage to my left ankle” sense. I’d feel pretty silly if I’d screwed up my ankle and couldn’t continue working on my walking goals.
At the moment, it’s not good.
Well, I suppose it is good because I don’t feel like my right hip hurts that much anymore. My left ankle, though? That’s another story. I haven’t had a day like this since deep winter when it got into the negatives for a high. It’s screaming at me quite fiercely. I’ve currently got it wrapped, but I have no idea how I’ll get shoes on tomorrow for work. Hopefully by then, it’ll be a bit better.
I’m going to go ahead and take something from the approved list of over the counter pain relievers and hope that calms it down.