Prediction? Pain.
The Ventura Marathon? It’s a top tier dumb thing.
So much pain. Stiff and sore and it hurts to move, to not move, to shift, to amble. I haven’t tried sashaying yet but I can only imagine that would end poorly.
I’m going to forgo running for at least the next five days. I had and still have grand visions of the palindrome challenge next week.
At a minimum I need to do some mileage to mitigate guilt for overindulging (and necessarily overindulging) on the cruise ship.
I was lucky enough to grab dinner with Brent and Tamela last night. They recounted a recent visit to Curtis Stone’s restaurant. Apparently the place offers amidst its various courses three (3) desserts: Pre-dessert, dessert, and post dessert. And then usually there’s a parting gift dessert to go so that makes four desserts in total. While Tamela and I were nonplussed by this visit’s parting “treat” of beet fudge (“An abomination!” I believe I shouted) I did very much cozy to the multi-tiered Hobbit-ian dessert scheme. It’s something I will incorporate into my cruise dining plan… but that means it’s all the more important that I get healed up and back on my running regimen ASAP.
Man, am I hurting though.
Super dumb. Top three dumbest f’in things I’ve done for sure.