Last night, after I returned from my heroic 9.5 mile in the rain ,got right into my wonderful tub and immediately hit the celing when the water rose above my ribs to the place my skin had been rubbed RAW into a 10 inch thin, bloody, welted, red line under my bra. It was a minor inconveneince last night. But let me tell you what, it was a real problem about a mile into my run today. I spent 3/4 of a mile holding up my straps with both hands, pulling back my shoulders (as if to proudly display to passersby my ample bosom). I really, really thought I would have to quit the run because the pain was so excrutiating. I even tried to tuck my shirt between my skin and bra. I have not complained very much about being 6 pounds more than I weighed last year at this time, it is my own fault. I havn't eaten as carefully, run as many miles, or trained with any skill. But I will tell you what...when those extra 6 pounds are divided equally into each boob...I officially declare war. I would rather starve myself than do this again. It hurts, and I forgot until now. I will literally need to run with moleskin across the top of my ribs until that raw red line heals and stops bleeding. ....Today, I wrote down my splits on a piece of paper on my way out the door, and then lost my paper. My AP was something like 9:43 and splits ranged from 8:58-10:13 (on primarily uphill miles they are 20-30% grades at least). For how strong I felt Tuesday and yesterday, I felt like the effort I put forth on the flat parts, did not match the times. It was a little dissapointing, but I can't blame my body, I have done ZERO speed work, strides, or sprints, nada. Good news, I found a great mile strip of trail by the river starting at the Red Hot Pink Chick's park, behind UCCU and those Riverwoods buildings. It was nice to be so close to my river, even if it was only a few miles. | 