Yesterday I went over to my friend Lindsey’s house to bake up a storm – she bakes for charity, which is amazing and I was so happy to help – and then she and Molly surprised me by having a chef show up and teach us how to cook the most delicious meal I’ve ever had in my life. The menu was a 100-mile challenge, meaning that everything we ate was produced within 100 miles of Seattle. I’m going to have to show you guys some of the recipes I learned, but that will be later. The point of me telling you about the chef is to say that although I didn’t get to my 30 minutes of cross-training for Day 73, I was on my feet all day and I was also using my mouth muscles a lot, so I don’t feel like I missed a workout.
Then, today Molly and I went on another 6-mile run around Lake Union. People. She is fast. Real fast. After the third or fourth mile, I let her scamper on ahead so she wouldn’t feel like she loafed her entire workout. When I caught up with her in front of our building, she was doing sprints, and in the words of Ron Burgundy, I wasn’t mad, I was just impressed.
But, dudes, my calves are KILLING me now. My knees managed to hold up, so that’s good, but my calves feel like Tanya Harding sent a thug after me. I’m worried because the pain is in the front of my leg and possibly this is shin-splints. I’m going to diagnose myself on the Internet, convince myself that I’m dying of a rare disease, and spend the next couple of weeks in a panic, and then spend hundreds of dollars going to doctors until they tell me there’s nothing wrong with me.