foam rolling.

i spent a good portion of yesterday in anxious anticipation of waking up at 6a today to go for my training run. see, i knew that i had fabulous something something going on tonight, and tuesday is a training day, which by my math 1+1 = means a sistah has gotsta get her ass out of bed early and log the good miles, goddamnit.

so i did. i woked up, jumped outta bed directly INTO my shoes, sleek black shorts & tank and was two blocks away before i even know'd i had woked up. and! green day was on the mutha effing iPod. ya heard that? punk rock for breakfast, b*tches.

ok i will stop talking like that.

anyway, it was just a four-mile loop, and it was actually quite nice out, so it was no thang, no thang. no thang but a chicken WANG.



additionally, i got a foam roller in the mail yesterday and spent a good portion of last night rolling out the tight areas in my IT bands, calves and lower back. f*cking love my foam roller. so much? i'm going to sleep with it tonight. maybe.





NOT LIKE THAT YOU DIRTIES!

ps. self myofascial release SOUNDS dirty, but it isn't. MFR deets



so, obviously, my run today was magical. just ... magical.

i haven't actually run outside in quite some time (treadmill, much?) and all i kept thinking was, hey this is pretty neat, i should do THIS more often.

like, a duh.

i kinda want to brag...

i came in 2nd for all 31-year-olds, 32nd in the total female division and 182nd overall (out of 33,685).

proof, should you need it:

more proof

wtf?

aaron ran "slow" with me and came in 151nd in the men's division and 183rd overall. he let me finish first because that's simply how awesome he is. (normally he finishes 2-3 minutes faster than me, but ran slow this year to be nice)