Boudicca's Voice

Feet in the Morning… Feet at Night

I have decided, once they are dry, I must take a picture of the magic shoes so you can see them in all their dorky awful glory.

Esthetics be damned, those shoes are frickin’ MAGIC.

Although I’m not exactly flying like the wind, I am back down to my 13.5 minute mile (slow and steady will win the race… in particular when the race is 26.2 and the body is 43 and not a marathoning type at that), with hopes of getting it down to 12.5, and… most importantly… no pain.

No swelling.

No pregnant ankles.

They are frickin’ magic shoes. I think I’m at 95% with my tendonitis.

Today was a long training, nearly 10 miles, slowed more so because I’ve been on injured reserved due to the tibial tendonitis and the last two miles felt like someone had poured cement into my legs. I was wet, tired, and sloggy.

Wet.

It started to drizzle on mile 3 and continued to do so until mile 6 where it went into a full blown torrential downpour.

I mean frickin’ buckets of water, as if being thrown at us, with wind for good measure.

It was frickin’ AWESOME.

Other than the blister I have from the rub of my wet sock against my foot and shoe and the tenderness of the bottom of my feet from the fabric of said wet socks rubbing for the last couple miles… it was without incident.

I was running in ankle deep water at times, completely drenched to the bone. When we stopped, I ached so bad, I just wanted to crawl in a hot shower and let the water massage my body.

It was absolutely a fantastic training session. And on my new scale, that I will be posting, I would give this training a… 5. On a scale of 1-10, 5 being perfect, it was a 5.

Most excellent.

Next week is 12 miles. My magic shoes and I will be ready. As soon as they’re dry, I’ll post a picture.

Posted by Boudicca at October 4, 2008 07:13 PM | TrackBack