I had a brilliant idea. Sign up for my first 5K! I've been stalling for a couple years. So, I picked one out, registered, and was ready to go. I even started doing some hard-core interval training to speedify myself.
Then I injured myself.
I don't really know what it is--tendonitis, it feels like--but after two weeks of not running, I decided on Wednesday to go for a run since I was feeling better. I felt great during the run--but the next morning, when I woke up, I was painfully reminded that there is no such thing as a happy ending. Regretfully, I had to skip the run, which was today.
Last week, every time I remembered this sad fact, I cursed extensively, luciously, and creatively under my breath.
I have vowed to not run for a month. In the meantime, I've decided to become a bodybuilder. Just kidding.