Tails of a 17th Street Geisha

I got to bed early last night with every intention of waking up and running the g-town 5 miler at 8:30am. I figure I could  bus to Silver spring and cab up to g-town. Unfortunately, after many late night and drunken texts from friend’s out and about, I wake up too late and realize there’s no way in hell I can make it there save hailing a cab and paying out of the ass for a 5 mile run at the crack of dawn. So I roll around in bed debating. and read the paper debating. and eat a cliff bar debating. and fall back asleep…

I didn’t go to Nation on Fri night with the intention of getting up early to run. I *DID* wake up early so that I could run but can’t find a way there on time.  I had planned the whole weekend around being with Paul who tells me on Friday "whoops, I thought I told you I get back from Turkey on Weds! Funny, my mom thought I was coming back this weekend too… what a coincidence!" oh well.

Then, things start to get back on track as Gianni and I run errands, first Home Depot (Homo Despot as I call it) and then the WSC. I have every intention of running that damned 5 miles, even though it was on a treadmill in Clarendon and not a hilly course in BFE suburban Maryland.

The day goes WILDLY wrong at the WSC in Clarendon… while I’m doing these  full-body crunches in the stretching area something in my upper thigh on my left leg POPS. I stop immediately and tears well up in my eyes. I’m in serious pain and I have no idea what happens. A bone couldn’t possibly have popped, what the hell just happened? I try to continue the crunch but my leg won’t bend without intense searing pain. All I can think  is that I hope I didn’t do any damage and that I can run today! Gianni goes and gets a trainer who puts ice on it and says I either struck a nerve or pulled a muscle. I have to do this weird move where I lay on it over a long rubber tube to knead the muscle out of it’s tightness. FUCK it hurt.

I didn’t run. I spent 40 minutes pounding on my thigh (I have bruises all over my leg now.) I can’t barely walk up steps because of the pain. I couldn’t party tonight… what else–oh yeah, walking SUCKS because I hurt with each step and I smell like old-people because I’m on lubing my leg with ben-gay or icy-hot or whatever.

I’m being a big baby about this, I just know it.

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