The Gainz Chronicles: Celebrating Glutes and Everything in Between

Ohhhh snap, so exactly one week ago I ran a half marathon.   Yep, you read that right, I completed a goal I set for myself and ran 13.1 miles with my knees strapped up tight in braces, my heart racing from drinking a pre-workout, and the motivation of unyielding anxiety and stubbornness that made me too legit to quit. Let's back track: a little over 3 months ago I woke up and decided that I wanted to conquer one of my fears and run a half marathon.  What started out as Facebook status updates turned into a weekly blog with updates on my training, weight, physical and mental health, as well as genuine reactions to a new training regimen. For a refresher on why I woke up and decided to just wake up and run a half marathon, here's the snippet from my very first post:     Long story short, I wanted to do something that would help with my anxiety.  As a result of running for 30 minutes or longer most days, I did just that, kind of. ...

I bet you've all been wondering why I haven't posted a blog in 2 weeks.  Welp, it's because I haven't run in 2 weeks.  I didn't want to write 2 blogs about how I irritated I was to not be able to run because my knees were hurting so bad.   Basically, my left knee was locking up and the cap was grinding against some joints (that's the easiest way to explain that), and my right knee had a sharp pain shooting upward and was swollen....like every day.  At one point I couldn't workout because they were hurting so bad.   I would basically walk on the treadmill and walk through a workout.  If you've ever seen me workout....I don't walk. I move REALLY fast and I go extra hard during every workout...with the exception of 2-3 days out of every month when my stank ass Aunty comes to visit; so this was a legit struggle.  It took my motivation to keep training once my knees heeled up from a 10 to a solid 0.   I started debating whether...

Day 1: REST    Time 00:00 I really wish someone would have told me how hard of a toll running takes on the body.  Poor little tink tink is trying to keep up by my goodness, this is hard.  My feet hurt all the time.  My toes are basically calloused so it hurts to wear snug flats or anything that doesn't have a cushion (every shoe I own).  My shins hurt at random times and I'm not sure how to deal with it since I have the correct shoes.  My hips are ALWAYS tight and I feel like they'll never be the same after this.   I sat down on my couch and thought about all of this and almost decided to quit.  I had really gotten to the point where I no longer want to run, this shit hurts, and it sucks.  But then I could hear my mom yelling at me for quitting and aborted that mission real quick.   One thing most people don't know is that I am TERRIFIED to run this race.  I'm nervous that I won't be able to finish, that I'll come...