Ow.

For some reason unknown to the conscious me, I have decided to run the 24th of July 10k downtown. It's been a few years since I've done it and the race's suck factor has been forgotten and so I guess I'm up to doing it again.

Considering the fact I haven't run more than 2 miles in the past year, it's going to be a crazy month as I train to up myself to 6.5 miles. I can do it, it just won't be the awesomeness I've gotten used to.

So I got myself out this morning to run 4 miles which for the first 3 seemed like no big deal. I was doing fine, it was cool and my legs were feeling strong. And then my knees kicked in because I headed downhill. For the last mile and something, it was agony. I jacked them good. 5 hours later I seriously can't even walk. I've taken motrin, iced for hours and I still look like a gimp on both legs. It'll be a few days before I can attempt that feat again. It's what I get for pushing myself twice what I've been used to on my treadmill with no uphill or downhill. Owell, I always was a jump in and get yourself all wet at once, kind of girl.

Then...Bugs and I went yardsaling - something we've both been looking forward to all week. We hit about 7 or 8 yard sales in 2 hours and bought a whole bunch of useless crap. I found a little table, an old fashioned tin bathtub, books, toys, and lots of other fun things. I never spend a lot but it's fun to be out rummaging through other people's cast-offs. I hope to create good childhood memories of rummaging with my kids. Good times.