Hey, remember when this was a running blog? And I wrote about my running adventures and training and races? Those were the days, huh?
Not running for months sucked. Majorly. Fat Foot and I made the best of it, but boy did I hate that bitch.
Sidenote—does anyone wonder why I name my injuries? It’s actually kind of fun to personify them. And it gives me someone to direct my anger at, like my pesky groin back in the spring.
“But Tanya, what did you do when you didn’t run? How did you not go crazy?” Well friends, Tanya did go crazy, but Fat Foot made her own fun. Let me show you:
Pool partied—Fat Foot loved soaking in a beautiful pool with family and an adult beverage
Sang loudly—Fat Foot tapped all the way through The Head and the Heart show
Broke the rules—Fat Foot didn’t always want to be in her air cast—a girl’s gotta dress up sometimes!
Ran—Yea…I never said I listened to instructions well
Celebrated sunsets—Fat Foot had no problem sitting with a glass of wine and taking in the sunset instead of chasing it
Played football—Fat Foot didn’t need to run much as the snapper for the Tar Heels
Climbed things—Fat Foot couldn’t help herself—she saw a trail and just had to follow it
Walked—Fat Foot was just as happy walking and brainstorming how to take over the world with friends
The good news is, Fat Foot realized she had overstayed her welcome and left town, leaving me to start marathon and ultra training for the winter and spring. Can I get an AMEN!