Life after the races...
I'm a little relieved and sad at the same time. I've been going on shorter runs during the week and noticing that my perfomance level has dropped significantly. I can't seem to figure out if it's because my body hasn't recovered fully yet or if it's due to taking a long break. I guess all that matters is that I still enjoy going on runs and that this whole experience hasn't completly turned me off from participating in other races. The idea of a full marathon has been bouncing around in my head. They say if you can a half marathon, you can run a marathon, but what if you're on the brink of passing out after 13 miles? The thought of running ADDITIONAL 13 miles seems a little crazy to me. (Doesn't it sound a little crazy to you?) I can already feel my legs giving out just thinking about it. Right... not going to venture into this idea until next year. ;)
I went to the dentist the other day after lacking a visit in 5 years. Yeah, that's right. FIVE YEARS. Shh...don't tell my parents. It's mainly due to fear of sharp drilling objects in my mouth. (well, that and not having insurance...and I did mention sharp prodding objects, right?) Anywhos, just to give you an idea of how it went, at this rate I'll basically have dentures by the time I'm 30. No joke. I've been plagued by inheriting horrible teeth and sugar-itis and it's biting me in the butt. I'm already getting flash backs from the my last dentist visit...the drilling, the excruciating painful shots, the sight of flying tooth bits spewing out of my mouth, THE BLOOD...ooohh..the blood... *shudder*
I don't want to end this post sobbing about the pain I'm about encounter in the next few weeks, so I'm going to my happy place and focus on the fact that Thanksgiving weekend is coming up. I only have 2 days of work this week and I can stuff myself with glorious food, well, that is if my teeth can handle it. ;)
