Each year my principal gives me a pretty awesome nick name. It's gone from "Nadia" to "Rookie" to "Big Shot" then it kind of leveled off at Big Shot until....I had to tell him I had to leave work early. (Training Problems) Now he's starting to call me, "Bad Wheels".
Uh oh. My first forced "off" day.
Let's hope serenity points peak before my knees begin to trouble me even more than usual. I'd post a picture of my in-training feet, especially my toes, but it's really...really gross. As I stared blankly during my third massage for training (I've come to learn how much love runners' bodies really need) I laughed and nearly shed a few tears to find out that there's such a thing called runner's toes.