So, today I was back outside for Week 4, Day 3.... guess who's back started hurting again and thus couldn't finish. I am so disheartened. So, I'm going to stick to the treadmill where I can run without injury and then on weekends, Carey said he would drive with me to a gravel trail so I can run outside and still train on the elevation changes without killing my back. I also think I'm going to go to a professional running store to get fitted for new shoes. I know the shoes I have are good - but I'm thinking they just don't fit the way they need to.
Carey said he'd help me with more of the cooking and stuff so I can do more strength training on my off running days. I'm also trying to get Drew to add me as a family member so I don't have to pay the extra dues at sign up and such. After last night's 4:30am phone call - I think that's the least he could do! Yeah, a drunk call at 4:30 asking me for a ride. He had his bike and he was at Alameda and Broadway. I told him it would take me about 45 minutes to get to him, by which time he could make it home on his own. I asked if he had a flat or anything on his bike and he said no - he had a headache and it was cold out so he didn't feel like riding his bike. I was thiiiiis close to hanging up on him! He calls me, the furthest one away, because he doesn't feel like riding his bike home in the cold?! He's so lucky I love him.... Needless to say, I did not go get him, but I was tempted to call Dad and send him out to get him. I decided to let him suffer his way home though. You'll neve learn if there's always someone there to bail you out and I really didn't feel like being that night's push over. Sorry buddy, time to figure out how to call a cab!
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