Well kids, somedays you can just accept defeat…and others…well
You jump for joy.
Why yes, that is my elbow pit sweat making a mark in my grey shirt. Good wardrobe choice – almost as bad as Jennifer Lawrence at the SAG awards.
Remarkably this was post-flu, 1:35-1:36 minutes of actual running finish line shenanigans. And I gotta say, my basketball and ballet days still serve me well, because I gots mad hopz yo.
But today I’m jumping for joy for another reason. I went to get an ART session for this newly diagnosed plantar fasciitis for my footsie and as the doc was working he said, the diagnosis just felt a little off. He kept feeling all sorts of tendons in my calf, because after all, the foot bone’s connected to the ankle bone, the ankle bone’s connected to the tendons in your calf.
And wouldn’t you know when he started messing with my tibialis posterior, I was yelping and hollering like Honey Boo Boo’s family in front of a tub of margarine and ketchup.
So it turns out that this is just some mad tendonitis from an aggravated calf that was probably pissed off by my pretty walk in flip flops 1 day after a race while sick.
Yes, this was stupid on my part. What can I say? I gave the genius genes to the babes.
What’s your most training post-race stunt?
Do you have a signature finish line move?
I’m thinking the Mary Poppins hop is going to the top of my list.