Please don't tell me to rest.

This weekend was action-packed, mixed in with scorching degrees of sun! I went on the longest bike ride I've ever attempted (18 miles) and I'm still alive to write about it. I biked this distance mostly because I went with Dominic and our friend, Shaun - who acted as our mapquest and mainly because we didn't go near the scary roads with super scary cars. You see, this is the only reason I won't get seriously into biking. I actually quite enjoy it. I like that I can get to a friend's house in 5 minutes rather than 35 walking minutes and plus, it's just fun! But frankly, I'm just too scared of the roads. I've seen too many accidents and recently there have been these blowdart incidents that have me just shaking my head in disbelief. Who wants to harm bikers? I just don't get it. But if I had a bike for around the neighborhood and to just go on trails (the trail we went on takes you all around Seattle basically - for those in the know, we obviously went on the Burke Gilman). And even though there was a 100-mile race going on, I didn't feel like I was in anyone's way and I got to see the city without any exhaust fumes or from the shell of a bus. Plus, even though it was 87 degrees you wouldn't know it as the wind hits you on a bike. It's so freeing!

But yesterday I did something foolish. I'm training for a 10k. I've ran this race before, so I decided to take the training up a notch. This means I'm running every day, with just one day of rest - which is normally very fine with me. I'm pretty darn active and even on my rest days I'm almost always doing yoga, gardening, walking around parks, hiking or swimming. I can't help that we live in a city that grants me these wonderful activities. I can't be bothered with TV anymore and it's too hot to read inside. So on Sunday, instead of my normal route I decided to trail run instead. I've read that trail running is much harder but since I was doing half my normal route I thought I'd be okay. Of course, just an hour later I was limping and icing my foot until I fell asleep - still in pain.

This morning, I couldn't go to the gym. I just knew better. Even though I felt okay in my sneakers, I was still limping ever so slightly. If you're not a runner, you might not understand. But even one day of not training feels like a loss, and this frustrates me to no end! Now I'm missing a day of training! Now I can't do my usual routine! Now I have to go home and quietly do yoga and abs, because Dominic passed out on the couch. So I'm doing my Hatha breathing very quietly (which is impossible to do). Right now, I'm at work with ice still on my foot so that by tomorrow I can pick my feet up again and run, run, run. And tonight, since it's too hot to go inside, Dominic and I are finding a pool so we can enjoy the heat in nice, cool water AND so I can make up for my stupid foot not letting me run today.

It's crazy to think in high school I couldn't even walk the mile to school. I was simply too lazy and didn't have energy because I hadn't eaten breakfast, because I was watching TV for 5 hours after class, because I was smoking pot and not doing any extracurricular activities. I was sleeping 12 hours a night and I was bored.

Now, I couldn't even define bored.