I was about to write a post on how Hurricane Irene was no match for my running schedule. I went for a trail run as Irene was hitting Glen Allen this weekend. It felt great. I felt alive. Wind was howling, rain was pelting me at times with walls of stinging water. It didn't matter. I took my shirt off. Tree branches were falling all around me. This was not the act of a normal person. Quite reckless for a father of three small children. However, I made it home unscathed.
I spent the next day picking up leaves in the yard... no run.
Went for a run today, took two steps, and both of my hamstrings simultaneously combusted. I didn't even realize they were sore from yard work until I took those steps...
my spikes got a little dustier today.
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Mad man! What if you looked down and saw a street sign sticking out of your hammy?
ReplyDeleteThat is a classic Dusty Spikes moment! Reminds me of the time that I had to take two weeks off after tripping on a soccer net and hurting my back/hamstring.
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