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Running Wrong

Word on the pavement is that I run the wrong way. I suppose I should have realized that when I felt stabbing pains in my shins that basically felt like my bone is being cut down the middle. I bought these ridiculous wrap things that really do nothing, but I continue to wear them because they keep my calves warm. 
I'm supposed to be in training for a half marathon in February but I'm not really sure how that's all going to work out considering I have to completely change my form. I went running with Ian today and he attempted to change my body. I've never felt so ridiculous in my life. Hips forward, shoulders back, point your toes, and bend your knees. What am I, a gazelle?
In addition to the extra spandex, I also have to ice bath my legs. But instead of filling a tub of ice, my mom came up with the ridiculous idea of putting my legs in our pond instead. So yesterday after my run I sat outside for 20 minutes in 30 degree weather with my legs in water so cold I had to break the ice with my foot before soaking them. I don't think I've ever experienced anything so painful nor ridiculously embarrassing...especially because my dad's best friend pulled up in the middle of my little dip, nothing like trying to explain that one.
And now I have to go to the dentist. I love wrapping up my day with a guy with a serious case of curling nose hair poking his fingers around my mouth telling me I eat too much candy and I should wear my retainers more often.

I think I'm developing east coast angst :P

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