Hmm

My body is rebelling from all this running. Or at least, my feet are. I skipped my run today because of pain (and swelling, awesome) in the top of my right foot. I can't win. I iced it at work today--this still hurts from the race on Sunday--and that helped, I think. But its just a running thing, so even though I didn't run, I still did a workout over lunch, using minimal impact machines so I can keep strengthening my muscles up until it won't do any more good without hurting my foot.

I hate being inside when its nice out. And someone today had stepped in a dog deposit (or something) without realizing it because it was rather smelly in there--and it wasn't my shoes, I checked. Yuck. Once the pressure is off, I can just go for a walk instead of a run if its nice and my feet hurt.

I'm excited for the race, but at the moment I don't know if I'm more excited to do it or for it to be over. I know I'm going to have fun while at the race but these last two weeks are killing me. I'm sure its going to be over faster than I'd like.

Talking to some coworkers who ran the race last year, it sounds like I'm going to be in the back with all the crazy people. Sweet. I need to figure out how to run with a camera in my hands to capture what I'm sure is going to be great fodder for my fiction writing. Maybe I can end up in some photos. I'm hoping to wear my Realtor's (he's also a friend) T-shirt as some free advertising. Its an adorable shirt (designed by his wife, a very talented graphic designer ... plug, plug, plug), so if I can end up in photos ... I need a crazy hat or something, I guess.

One long run left on Sunday, I'm going to try and get a five-miler in before that. Our last round of guests for a few months shows up tomorrow night, so it'll have to be during lunch, which is becoming harder for me than running after work. Hopefully the sun will shine, that always helps. I'm tired of this Seattle "Juneuary."