Remember my last post, when I was super excited about how I could run without pain and how amazing that was? I did a poor job of finishing that story, so here goes: I ran two more times that week, and during the last run my shin started hurting after four minutes. I stopped, my leg continued to hurt for two weeks, and I haven’t stopped since. I’ll get more into what I’ve done since then later, but in the meantime, it turns out that other people have continued to run through my injury! Good for them. I mean, it would have been a little bit polite of everyone in the world to take a break from running while I can’t run, but since nobody has seemed to go that route so far, I guess I can support them in their efforts.
Now that I’ve put in my requisite paragraph of talking about myself (don’t worry, I’m sure there will be more of that in about two sentences), here’s my real point: the Pints to Pasta 10k was today, it was awesome weather, and some of my awesome friends ran in it, so I went to yell at them to try to get them to run faster.
Friend-to-yell-at #1: Chris. The tragic irony of the yelling-at-your-friends situation, is that you have the most energy and vocal stamina to yell in the beginning, but your first friend that you see is usually the fastest one, and needs to be yelled at the least. Luckily I was trying to balance my yelling with my picture-taking, and so I only put forth a moderate effort in both departments.
Friend-to-not-yell-at #1: Ben. He didn’t run the race – he was there to help promote some fancy shoes. He seemed to be doing okay with that, and so I didn’t yell at him. I’m not sure how effective yelling is at getting people to promote shoes better anyway.
Friend-to-yell-at #5: Kathayoon. You would think that wearing entirely neon pink would have made her easier to spot in the crowd, but as you can see from the picture, she was just one of many incredibly neon people to sort through. I mostly could find her because she looked super happy for just having run six miles and was waving at me. It’s slightly harder to yell at people when they’re being so happy at you, but I still did it a little.
Friends-to-yell-at #2 and #4: Zoë and Laura. Zoë I missed completely during the race, but Laura definitely got yelled at. This was crucial, because Laura always listens to me and runs faster after the yelling, which I greatly appreciate. I missed Zoë because she was faster than I expected, so she didn’t need yelling that bad. I assume she’ll also forgive me, since I just went to the trouble to learn how to add an umlaut to her name.
Friend-to-yell-at #3: Ross. Ross got yelled at with Laura. I have a race picture of them but I like this one better. Ross had to remove his shirt to show-off how un-wounded he was after this race. Last year he chose to go with a thick Timberwolves jersey to run in, which led to some serious chaffing/bleeding. Nice work, Ross!
There were a couple of other friends that I entirely missed or didn’t realize they were running until after, but they probably don’t care. Stay tuned for updates on what I’ve been doing since running has been hurting again, and if you want to read about a time that I actually ran, here’s my 2011 Pints to Pasta race report.