Since life doesn't stop running for me, why should I stop running for life. Running, more running, and even more running with a bit of something called life thrown in. I love to run & everything track. I'm a middle distance runner turned hurdler who craves a bit of speed every so often. I finally found my way back competing in 2007 after being on a 7 year hiatus.
What happens when you're notoriously late and think that a half bitten warmup before you do some starting block work is sufficient?? Then continue to muster through the prescribed workout with the sharp nagging pain?? You end up on on the couch for an undetermined amount time. Yep totally knew better than to try to do fast stuff not properly warmed up and absolutely knew better than to " run through" the pain. So now for my ignorance I sit with an ice pack strapped and funky colored tape stuck to my thigh and am confined to a 5 by 15m 4 foot deep area filled with highly chlorinated H2O with everything I do going in slow motion. Oh the lap of luxury injury