Running Nightmares

To start with, I am allergic to mosquitos. So of course, these delightful little bugs take every oppertunity they get to attack me, and now I have a virla infection from the wonderful little buggers. So this year, they decided that my right leg would make for a tasty feast, and consequently, my poor leg is swollen and bruised and war-torn.

I went running with Lisa yesterday, and as we were going, my knee started to swell where I had some really bad bites, and it got so I really couldn't run anymore. So I got home later, and I was icing it and talking to my friend Mike online later. He told me I shouldn't run until all the swelling had gone away, but I convinced him that I would be fine, that I'm used to running long distance, and that Lisa was going to school for athletic training.

So this morning, we go out after it had been raining and start the DeSales Cross Country course and after awhile I was in extreme pain. We ran and ran and ran through some prickers and under trees and through the woods across the train tracks. I practically killed myself today. When I got home, my feet and legs were screaming and my feet had what looked like a rugburn on the bottom of them. I asked Lisa, and she told me that my shoes were too old, and after we looked at them, we noticed that I had virtually no soles left on the bottomes of the shoes. So now I need to get new running shoes before I leave for college, so I can break them in. And where we ran through the prickers, yeah, that was stupid. The insides of my thighs were all scratched and bleeding and I still hurt, almost 15 hours later.

I am soooooooooooooooo glad tomorrow is Sunday, and there is no running.

Long story short, I should have listened to Mike. *Sigh*