I would say that I was pretty good at listening to my body this weekend. Well, kind of.

After breakfast on Saturday, I headed to Crunch to whip out some quick miles before rushing over to my aunt’s pool party. I had a feeling going into it that it might not be the best idea to rush through a workout the day before my long run. A lot of runners probably run the day before their long runs, no big deal. But for my beginner-ass self, you can never be too careful. But I wanted to run anyway! And I wanted to run fast (for me) and did 2.5 miles in 26:34 on the treadmill.

It felt great to run fast, and since I was in a bit of a rush, I didn’t bother stretching for quite as long or quite as well as I usually do after a run.

I regretted that decision a few hours later.

My right hip was super sore by Saturday evening. Not your sore muscle after a workout sore, but something might be wrong sore. Definitely an achy feeling going on. I studied some google image hip flexor/IT band pics, but I couldn’t figure out which one was hurting, and if it was a big deal or not.

Or maybe it’s this that hurts:

Darn it, why didn’t I stretch?

I wanted to do 7 miles for my long run on Sunday morning. But even at 9:00pm on Saturday night, I knew it was going to be a no-go. I woke up Sunday hoping my hip would feel magically better. I put on my gym clothes, laced up my sneaks, and trotted around my apartment.

Nope. Not gonna happen.

I contemplated running anyway – part of me really wanted to. I’m sure I could have gritted my teeth, ran through it, and limped around for the rest of the week. I had to really remind myself that my new found love of “distance” running is only possible because I have been taking care of my body. Maybe I should listen to it.

I didn’t want to go to the gym and do weights or any other boring shit thing else because it would be too depressing. I wanted to be conquering my long run!

However, I was able to turn the day around rather quickly.

Skinny grande mocha frappuccino from Steal-your-bucks. No whip, skim milk.

Me + Christian Grey + Pool = Happiness. Grumpy mood solved.

I also took a picture of an actual page of the book that I was going to post. But then I was embarrassed of the words on the page.

*****

My hip felt better today, so all day at work I geared up for my long run.

But my the end of the day, I still just wasn’t feelin’ it. My hip definitely still ached just sitting down and standing. I didn’t want to do my long run when I wasn’t feeling my best. I promise I won’t be a long run procrastinator forever; always finding an excuse not to run – but I really am trying to listen to my body, and I have to be true to myself.

Yes, it was lame. But better safe than sorry, so really, no apologies.

Instead I indulged in my ONE trip to Whole Foods this week. I then proceeded to eat approximately half of a tub of guacamole while watching the greatest show of all time, The Bachelorette.

Please.

Please tell me that you were dying on the couch laughing uncontrollably during this scene.

Nate: “Oh my gosh, Is this QUIN-OH-AH?:

Emily: “It looks like it.”

Nate: “It IS quin-oh-ah. Do you guys like quin-oh-ah?”

Emily: “Mmhmm.”

Jon: “I’ve never had it.”

Nate: “It’s uhhh…. a very good fiber.”

At least someone else made a fool of themselves by thinking they were the shit expert on quinoa while pronouncing it incorrectly.

At least I didn’t do it on national television.

Yoga tomorrow, and finally my long run on Wednesday!