A few weeks ago I ran the Manhattan Half in Central Park and it was, like, nine different kinds of fun. Since the onset of a nasty pain--from a stress fracture it turned out--in my left foot on a long run last April, this was my longest distance (not counting the impromptu walk/run hybrid that finished off the AC Half-Iron two days after I last took off ye olde walking boote). The soreness after the race was so very very sweet.
After a few days' recovery to re-focus on Oreo consumption, that Friday I went for my scheduled one-hour run and felt the exact. Type of pain. As before. In the exact. Same. Place.
BOLLOCKS.
