Tight legs

Saturday night ended up being a long one. We headed out for a night of celebrating and dancing. Jess is turning 29 tomorrow and our original idea was to head into town for some dancing at Gypsy. I know, I know a lot of you are not techno/dance fans, but we love it! What can I say we are two goofballs that love to shake it! The other peeps that were coming out outvoted us and to the Liquor Store we went. No no one rode the bull, but we did dance for a good 3 hours.

After everyone faded Jess and I were still going strong and wanted to see what Gyspy was like. Seeing as it was only 12:45 (pre DST) we grabbed our coats and headed out the door. Knowing the hour and the cost I had a feeling we would be turning right around to head back home. I mean there was little over an hour left and a $15 cover just wasn't worth it. To our surprise as we walked through the door, the register was a bit busy so 'I guess we didn't see it' and walked right on up the stairs and straight for the dance floor. Hey no one got hurt and I think they made plenty that night.

As we were approaching the dance floor, we noticed that there were several changes starting with the music. It was no longer techno/dance music and to be honest I don't even know what it really was, but it wasn't for us. I think we lasted all of 20 minutes before we headed home.

Since it was the night to adjust the clocks for DST, I crawled into bed around 3 am (post DST). The clock was set for 7:30...ewe! 4 and half hours just didn't seem like enough time to get some well deserved z's. I guess that is why I slept through the alarm!

No worries, mom decided to call me as she was heading over to the run. She wanted to make sure I was still coming. It was 30 minutes before the run, I am clearly not awake yet a and she is asking if I am going to be able to make it on time....I try to focus on the clock, think about what i have to do, try and figure out how long it takes me to get there and without even knowing it I say "I'll be there" and hang up. That is when it hits me..."man, what did you say that for you could have went back to bed!". So I stammer around the room for a bit in search of pants...thankfully it was going to be a warm day and I put on the capri's. I scramble for the rest of my stuff bra, shirt, jacket, don't forget the sneakers or camelback, etc. and I am out the door.

I reach the light at the end of the street and realize I forgot my mittens. Bummer! You may think even though it was a warm day that I wouldn't need my mittens, but unless you have run the trails you wouldn't know that it gets hot and cold depending on where you are or how the sun is coming through the trees. In this case, I wish I had brought my mittens. I also wish I had a short sleeve shirt on instead of the long one I chose, but it was a last minute prep that did it to me.

The run was 2 hours and 30 minutes. We headed out from the store and straight for the railroad tracks. This has to be one of my least favorite routes, especially with the conditions the way they were. Since my feet were all cut up from the yaks (well not from the yaks really, more the way my sneakers srunched on my feet with the yaks) I opted not to wear them. I am now not sure what the lesser evil was...running with bloody feet and making them worse or the run I endured without them.

This reminds me of the year I started running for the first time. I hated every minute of it. I was never comfortable, my shorts would ride up, my sock had a bunch in it, the cambelback would either ride up or bounce too much and I just hated it! I never enjoyed the running itself either. I didn't have any appreciation for it. That lasted for the longest time. Actually, it lasted until I stopped running. I still don't know why I ended up stopping. I know it wasn't that I didn't like it, but I don't know what it was. Anyway, when I started back up again I don't know what happened...some days were actually really good, but that made me hate the bad days that much more. Maybe the third time really is the charm b/c I started back up again this past January and am loving it! I should rephrase that, I love trail running. I am not sure I will ever love or even like road running, but maybe just the same as the way trail running grew on me so will road running.

Sorry back to the run yesterday. After the run started and I endured the conditions for a bit I felt like I was going to have one of those old unappreciating days. While we were trudging down the railroad tracks Martha, Vicki and I decided to hit the pavement for a teeny stint and meet up with the troops at the next trail. The rest of the run to the fishing pond was on the trails, but Main St. is just before it. That is when the feet just wanted no more. To let you know just how much my feet wanted to be done, I was volunteering to take the streets back.

The ladies and I decided at that point it was time to head down Main Street and head back to the store to finish the run up. Little did I know they planned on taking Perkins back. Perkins is the longest street ever!!! Once we reached the end it was onto Central and back to the store. Estimated mileage...15! Yippee!

I was originally thinking that had I not danced for so long in heels the night before (resulting in Tight Legs this morning) it would have been at least a bit of a more enjoyable run, but not so sure the conditions that we endured would make that statement so true. Tight

Tonight is soccer and I am afraid to see how I am going to play. If I head to Nike Town on Wednesday I am do no more than the 3.5 miler.