Okay, sugar. Believe it or not, I'm still on the wagon. I have my daily moments of bottom-lip-biting, but for the most part this whole giving up sugar thing isn't nearly as impossible as I thought it would be. But I'll be honest, I can't wait to have a friggin' piece of pie on Easter.
In other news, I have a bum right knee.
For all the running I do, and for as long as I've been doing it, I can count my injuries on one hand. So this feels extra frustrating. Especially since the weather's starting to feel nice. I'm pretty sure it's an IT band flare up--super common in runners.
The IT band runs from your hip and inserts around and under your knee. See? That yellow thing? That big old bastard? That's the IT band.
It's Thursday, and I haven't run since Sunday, and I'm not even exaggerating when I tell you that I feel like every ounce of peace in my life has been sucked right from me, through my anus, with a Hoover. And I'm not even being dramatic.
This thing's been bugging me for a little over 2ish weeks, which is starting to feel like 47 years. I'm telling you, adherent Mormon or not, I'm just about to submerge my face in a bucket of vodka. Again, totally not dramatic.
I will say, I do have a new appreciation for people's aches and pains, because this shiz hurts like a sack of testicles being run over by a 10-speed bike. And you know what I'm about to say, right? That WASN'T EVEN DRAMATIC.
So the point of the post is this. If I actually had to chose, I'd pick running over chocolate cake IKNOWICAN'TEVENFREAKINGBELIEVEIJUSTSAIDTHAT. But it's true. I would. So if the ancient Greek God of Running could fly on over to the ancient Greek God of sweet treats, and let her know what I just wrote, maybe they could work together to lift this ridiculous knee curse.
Don't you feel so uplifted right now?