OK, so I fogot about this blog. I was just reading my last posts from my tore up groin injury that still bugs me occasionally. Yes. Still. And I still ran Carlsbad…and PR’d. I took a break and then geared up for La Jolla…and hurt my left foot. (Tendinitis, etc.) Let it heal, but, not enough. Ran La Jolla and regreted it later that night- and today. Still. My foot will never be the same. It healed enough to train harder through the summer…and ROCK the fuck out of AFC with a killer PR. It made my year…thats for sure.
Now on to now… I have kissed distance running goodbye. Its a sad thing, because running makes me so happy. I just can’t do that 40 miles a week bullshit anymore. It fired me up…got me that PR and then took me way down. I was set to TRiple Crown again, but, I have kind of let that slide… I don’t know that I want to push this foot issue anymore. I don’t know that I want to run at a competitive level. Competing to me only results in injury.
I picked up an Oxygen magazine a few weeks ago and had this fitness competition idea spark in my mind. I can do that. With some serious weight training and work, I can have that figure in a few months. (Can you say no more binge eating peanut butter and pretzles?) I am not far off from it… I just need to whittle a wee bit of flab off the glutes and a smidge of my belly…bam! Fitness/ figure competitor. Well, I need some more mass, muscle mass… Protein. Protein. Protein.