Peter Pan Workout
Once in the bay area, I figured a swim might "loosen up" the apricot so I plotted a workout at the local 24 hour fitness with a one mile swim. Good swim, but the apicot was not going away.
Okay, "I'm gonna do this," I told myself. I have a Nike bag in my suitcase that always has my swim stuff, and my routine is to always pack what I need for running. Shoes? Check! Shirts? Two, check! Garmin(s)? Check! Socks? Check? Running shorts?....running shorts?...shorts? Forgot them. #WTF I'm determined to make this run happen so I pull out my "Dolphin" swim shorts and combine with a singlet to head out for a run. Good thing I'm in San Francisco because I looked like "Peter Pan" in this outfit. "You think I got where I am today, dressing like Peter Pan here?" (Rex Kwan Do)
This rivals the time I forgot running socks and ran in my black dress socks (nerdville USA.)
I pretended I was wearing compression shorts or I was a triathlete and went about my run. First mile was painful as the apricot/flank steak was twitching like crazy. I picked up the pace and moved towards sub seven minute pace in my "Peter Pan" outfit. "No pain, no gain," should be "No shame, plenty of pain, questionable gain" as I got 'er done.
It's now Wednesday morning as I write this and I'm still out of town and feeling still feeling knotty. Please God, give me a seat on an earlier flight and pray that my chiro has an opening today. Peter Pan needs some "pixie dust."