You go to wipe your nose with the collar of your shirt when you are out and about because you do it so often running that you forget that it’s not socially accepted by the general public.
One of my earliest road races, if not my first, was September 8, 2012. I have no idea what that race was, or what the distance was, but I know I did it because I kept the bib and scribbled my finishing time on it – 45:50.79. I’m guessing it was a 5K, and I probably didn’t train for it.
… don’t say anything at all.
Yes, I pay money, and a good deal of it, to be tortured by another human being twice per week.
All jokes aside, the trainer I hired to help me fire up my glutes is a good guy. He came highly recommended by a fellow runner. But 30min sessions with him are miserable. All we do is focus on my glutes and hamstrings. I got really frustrated a few weeks ago, and almost cried no fewer than six times during my 30min appointment.
That’s once every five minutes.
So I started seeing a chiropractor a few weeks ago.
I know I’ve mentioned it at least once, if not multiple times by now… things hurt. All over.
Global Sports Bra Squad day is tomorrow, June 24th.