The title of this pretty much explains my weekend runs. Blech. I went out with some pals on Friday night and had way. too. much. fun. Especially knowing I had to do a run the next day. In my defense, I knew I had all day to run it and it was just a slow easy run, so I figured I could do that after a night out. Wrong. I managed to get 4 hours of sleep and just felt like trash all day Saturday. I finally got off my couch to run at 1pm, headache and all. I planned my run to end up at my car, since I had left it at the bar the night before, hey at least I'm responsible, eh? The first two miles were really good, and then I started to get the horrible horrible side pains. And I kind of freaked out. I thought my pulled/strained muscle had healed since I hadn't had any pain in 2-3 weeks, but I guess not.
At this point, I thought about just turning around and going to my car. But after a quick stretch it was a-ok. Random. Good to know though: the stretches that makes it feel better are the "I'm pretending to stretch" sort of stretches. You know, arm in the air/side bend, trunk twisters. I felt a foo'. After this point I slowed waaaaay down, since I didn't want the pain anymore. The first two miles were right around 8:30-8:40, total time: 35:44 for a pace of 8:54, which shows you just how much I slowed down. Yikes.