—You Oughta Know
Alanis Morissette — You Oughta Know
The album version has Dave Navarro on guitar and Flea laying down one of the sickest bass lines ever!
My hip seems to have endured yesterday's twelve miler with minimal damage. I won't deny the fact that I'm in pain, but it's nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be! My doctor said I'm allowed to continue running as long as the pain does not meet the 3S criteria: sudden, sharp, and stabbing.
I made my way to the gym this afternoon and figured I would do some light weight training and use the stationary bike to loosen up my hip:
Bench Press — 5 x 5 @ 135#
Deadlift — 5 x 5 @ 155#
KB Hang Clean / Push Press — 5 x 10 @ 35# (each arm)
Stationary Bike — 5 miles @ 110 cadence
Cool down — Hip openers and foam rolling
I am thankful that my body has finally decided to cooperate after a severe systemic psychological shutdown. My sleep cycle has somewhat returned to normal and I have regained some sense of self!
1000timesadayyy is quickly discovering that I am a constant source of entertainment ツ
technically if you don’t cut a cake and just eat the whole thing with a fork you still only had one piece
glasses are so stupid. u wanted to lie on ur side??? fuck off. u wanted a hot drink???? u can’t see shit now bc ur glasses are fogged up. go out in the rain???? tough luck shithead.
As much as I did not want to do this to myself, I included Hains Point in my long run route. I also opted to quietly pay my respect as I made my way through the Arlington National Cemetery instead of following the adjacent path as I normally do on my runs.
I opted for a conservative pace as I am still unsure whether my hip can tolerate these distances. The first nine miles came easily, but the broken glass feeling surfaced during the last two miles ... hopefully nothing some rest, ice, and foam rolling cannot fix.
I now get to enjoy a quiet afternoon resting my legs and cuddling my cats. Clearly I have an exciting life ... hope you guys had success in your weekend runs ツ
p.s. The bylaws of running state that we must smile on our post run selfies even when it feels like someone just hit our hip with a spiked bat!