So I turned 28….

So every year I have this dream of being a cool kid, or maybe just a cool runner and running my age…

Every year something happens… actually November is right about that time when I either A. go travel or B. get injured…

This year sadly it’s B. With a stress fracture of mysterious degree on the lower part of my leg. It’s not so bad.. I know I could do things like crunches… eww.. or even burpees vomit… or lifting.. can I kill myself now? The only thing I probably should still take another week or two away from is running. The pain has died down a bit.. but if it can’t pass the one foot hop test, or the poke test… it’s probably not healed. And while I’m not doctor.. I know the only advice will be to rest…

I did start to get back a little bit into cardio with my bike trainer even if its just 30 minutes a day… but if it wasn’t for my love of running… I would be really lazy.

But 27 was a great year for me.

I finally conquered my first half ironman… well conquered is a loose term.. but I did realize triathlons… not my full cup of tea.

I ran back to back marathons in one weekend.. and realized it’s totally my thing… (Newport and Hartford)

Ran not one but two 50 milers… and realized they could be my thing… but the stress fracture (or syndrome) on my leg says I probably shouldn’t have done them two weeks apart even if my weekly mileage didn’t change too much.

So how did I actually celebrate the day of my borning? By having an amazing dinner with my roommates.

Tony made me some Sangria and Paella

I probably should have taken some sexier photos… but certain people were too busy making sure I drank more sangria

and Adrienne, my favorite baker made some macorons.

and as for my other roommate… Jack Meower.

He did a great job of knocking over my flowers and trying to eat them all.

I heard the arrangement looked a bit nicer before, but I still love them.

 

So while being injured does suck.. and one day I do want to run my age.. I think I still had a pretty rocking night =)