The Drunk Runner

This cat is damn lucky she's so cute.  After listening to her meow all evening, I, naturally, turned to the red wine.  A bottle later, she was much more tolerable!  I'm going to assume that she cried for most of the night.  Thankfully,  my wine induced sleep prevented me from hearing her.   It's only night 3.....it's only night 3...... With most everything in the world, there is always an upside to things.  The super-cute-annoying-kitten-meow is at least helping me get my butt out of bed in the morning and hit the treadmill!  I'm not exactly sure how far or long I went today.  I do recall the miles being over 3.5 and the time being somewhere in the low 30s when my headphone cord pulled the safety out of the treadmill.  I took that as sign to end the run.  It was a good run, but I am mighty sore.  I'm glad that I could start back at this now and get my muscles working again before marathon training commences in January!!  I'm going keep tr

I was 5 weeks and 5 days post-op when I felt that I could run again!  I wanted to run sooner, but complications with my recovery prevented me from doing so.   I hurt.  No, I really effing hurt. It's been 6 weeks since my last run and my thighs and core are acting like they've never seen a treadmill before.  Maybe I pushed myself a little.  Maybe.  Ok, I did.  I ran full pace for 30 minutes and only stopped because I had to get ready for work.  Thankfully.  I fear I would have ran a 1/2 marathon before I stopped and then I wouldn't even be able to walk to the computer to type this post for you to read.  My inner thighs are so tender that I don't even want to cross my legs, and my core threatens to tear apart every time I cough or laugh.  I definitely did not expect this. I am intending on running again tomorrow morning.  Going for 40 minutes this time!  Maybe... There's one other complication. I decided to get a kitten.  A really cute kitten that