Saturday, August 21, 2010
See my booty? It's the one in the middle. Why is my booty in the air? Because we ran 17 miles in some screaming Southern California heat (I had to specify SoCal heat because "screaming" heat here is only like 78...and yes I will complain because I ran 17 miles, thanks), and needed something cold and wet on our heads. Around mile 15, this lovely fountain was screaming our names and so, without hesitation, we dunked. I don't regret it. I only regret not jumping in all the way. Maybe next week. And maybe next week I'll fix my hair so those tiny little wispy hairs around my face aren't sticking straight up in the air only to be discovered an hour later as I glance at my reflection on the car window. Good or bad, I must have smelled so bad after 17 miles that no one came close enough to me to notice my messy fountain-head.
In other wetness news, I finally ventured into the world of post-run ice bathing. Quite the adventure, I'll say. It took me 20 minutes just to figure out how to plug up the tub drain! The proper method of ice-bathing, I've been told, is to sit in the tub when it's empty and then turn on the cold water and stay put until the bath is full of cold water, at which point you can start dumping ice all over your leggies. Supposedly if you don't move your legs too much during this process, the icy coldness doesn't hurt quite so much. As I soaked in some cold and dirty bath water, I realized I'd have to get up and turn off the water at some point. So much for not moving, right? In any case, I sucked it up, dumped in some ice, and tried to relax in preparation for some cold discomfort.
I love my dog, I really do, but he's got to learn that he doesn't need to rescue me from the icy cold water by eating the ice cubes out of the bath while I'm in it; and he doesn't need to warn me of the danger of frostbite by barking at me; and he certainly doesn't need to protect my skin complexion by licking the salt off of my face with his tongue!
Posted by giordin at 4:55 PM