Last week it seemed as if Spring was finally here so I went running after work a couple days down at the National Mall. It felt great to be on some pavement, except when I took a nasty fall on Constitution Avenue. At the time, I was fine -- embarrassed mostly, but it killed me that not one person asked if I was okay. I thought there was some sort of runners brotherhood, I mean, everyone is quick to give a "nod" or other acknowledgement as your run by each other, but fall and it's as if you're invisible.
Anyway, I wasn't feeling any love and now I am just feeling pain and I'm annoyed because I was doing really well with the training -- it's like I'm going in the wrong direction now. Plus, stubborn me hates to rest so I've been continuing to run and running through pain. Ugh.
I also think I need new sneakers and insoles. I've run well over 600 miles in these.
Am I complaining a lot today or what?
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