As usual, I think I got a little bit too excited when my leg started to feel better. I guess I took that little glimmer of hope that I was recovering and ran with it. Literally. And I guess I ran too much. True, I can hobble out a few miles here and there, but when I went out for my run yesterday, the pain was definitely worse then it had been over the previous few days.
This morning, I warmed up nicely on the elliptical and then hopped over to the treadmill to see how it would go. I walked it out a little bit and then started running slowly.
With a serious limp.
On one hand, it hurt. On the other hand, how cool must I be looking to the other cats in the gym? I mean, pimp walking is awesome, but pimp running? Pimp tight, playa.
Please allow Urban Dictionary to define for you:
A slightly controlled stagger on either the left or right leg that causes one to limp in such a way that others will notice him. In short, a “pimp walk” is what most “ballers” do as they walk down the street, or enter a room; it lets the surrounding audience (who ever they may be) know that they are the shit.
Let's face it. I am a baller. And I am the shit. Recognize. I don't only pimp walk, I pimp RUN, bitches.
I plan to perfect my pimp run and will cross the St. Jude finish line like so:
(I tried to embed the video here, but the damn thing isnt working for me. But click the link. You won't regret it.)