a) get exercise (other than running)
b) save gas.
The ride TO work is approximately 8 miles downhill followed by a half mile uphill. The ride home, as you might imagine, is exactly the opposite... with the steepest grade in the last 2 miles. It was a good ride with the exception of me hitting the curb and flying into the grass. Thank God it was grass, or I would have been hurt. My legs are getting pretty gnarly looking with scars and scrapes and bruises from all my misadventures... not very becoming on a 50-something woman!
I am trying to fight extreme discouragement over my running. I thought I would take the week totally off and try to get my hip to stop hurting and other things healed up. I actually have an open wound all along where the bottom of my heart rate monitor strap was on Sunday. I have no idea how that happened because I have worn that thing a million times and never had the slightest chafing. The run on Sunday just sucked all the way around.
Sorry to be such a complainer. I just tried to call another member of my fund raising team "blisters for sisters", and she said she is in a bad mood and would call me tomorrow. What? Some people wonder why they are lonely?
OK, now I have crossed the line from complaining to outright bitchiness. I took my estrogen tablet, and hope to feel human again soon. But first let me say: I am going to watch American Idol tonight and I fully expect little Mr. Dreadlock Rasta-Man to go home tomorrow. What is he doing there?