I am training for a marathon. This will be my second. The first one I ran 4 plus years ago. Pre-Husband, Pre-Baby. Back when my jeans zipped up like they should. Training has been a bit harder this go around. I do have the most amazing stroller in the world, The Bob, which helps. But with the weather being like it has been I try to find time to run alone without Pretty Princess (Pretty sure she thinks that is her real name). And when I do my long runs, usually on Saturday or Sunday, I leave the babe with my hubs or with her grandparents.
Today I ran 8 miles. However, I had only run about 10 seconds when I bit it. Yep, bit it. I got up to make sure no one saw me. Should have known I wouldn't be so lucky. I was at Lake Hefner and there is always someone there. Thankfully the man on the bike didn't say anything to me since I sprung up and immediately started running again. I waited until he had passed and then I stopped to look at the damage. Bloody knee. That's fine. Doesn't hurt too bad. Then I realized I ripped a hole in the knee of my BRAND NEW running pants. I have never been cool enough to have actual running pants and then I go and rip them! NOT COOL!! Oh well, guess I get to sew them up. Adds character, right?
I came home and spent some time with my Dad and Kayla. He went home and then Kayla took a nap. I showered and changed and then decided to clean my ears. I mean, why not? Some how I shoved the q-tip in my ear WAY farther than it needed to go. Shooting pain went down the left side of my face. Fail! I took some Advil and laid down on the couch. It's still throbbing by the way.
With that being said, I would like to restart my day. Back when my skin was still on my knee, I had cool running pants and I didn't want to remove my left ear.
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