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Have annoyed my own self
Mar. 24th, 2009 05:25 pmUgh, am in pattern recognition mode today. I've been working on a chapter... What the hell? I use the word 'managed' ALL THE BLOODY TIME. Not only is it a stupid word (that I've managed (haha) to eliminate most places I found it), but ugh, it's the word 'managed'! Yuck! There will be NO managing in my story!
I'd much rather have noticed that I swore too much... which is far more likely anyway. :D Well, the swearing is. The noticing, apparently not.
I'm still cranky, too. The five mile run this weekend DID NOT GO WELL. All that time during the winter that I wasn't doing my physical therapy has caught up with me. The IT Bands doth protest. A lot. So I'm being a good girl and using the cursed foam roller which, for those of you who don't torture yourself by running long distances, involves laying down sideways upon a hard, 5-inch diameter foam cylinder and rolling your body across it. In this case, it's my IT Band, the connective tissue that connects hip to knee. No fun indeed. The dogs were quite concerned. The husband wondered what making me groan in the living room... it was not what he had hoped to find, I assure you.
And so what am I doing? Running 3-4 miles tonight. Yes, because I'm an idiot. Also, I've paid the registration for the Country Music Half Marathon in Nashville at the end of April. Better to hurt in small doses now (and finally do the damn PT exercises) than to limp along for 13.1 miles.
Annnyyyway. Me and the ice packs... they are my friends.
I'd much rather have noticed that I swore too much... which is far more likely anyway. :D Well, the swearing is. The noticing, apparently not.
I'm still cranky, too. The five mile run this weekend DID NOT GO WELL. All that time during the winter that I wasn't doing my physical therapy has caught up with me. The IT Bands doth protest. A lot. So I'm being a good girl and using the cursed foam roller which, for those of you who don't torture yourself by running long distances, involves laying down sideways upon a hard, 5-inch diameter foam cylinder and rolling your body across it. In this case, it's my IT Band, the connective tissue that connects hip to knee. No fun indeed. The dogs were quite concerned. The husband wondered what making me groan in the living room... it was not what he had hoped to find, I assure you.
And so what am I doing? Running 3-4 miles tonight. Yes, because I'm an idiot. Also, I've paid the registration for the Country Music Half Marathon in Nashville at the end of April. Better to hurt in small doses now (and finally do the damn PT exercises) than to limp along for 13.1 miles.
Annnyyyway. Me and the ice packs... they are my friends.
