i mickey rourke'd myself

Somewhere between morning push-ups, hauling boxes of books and cat litter, walking in laceless shoes, and sitting in a squat, rigid movie-theater seat last night (and, OK, perhaps being almost 40), I strained a muscle in my back. So after much agonizing, I’ve opted to put off today’s long run. I'll run sick, but they say never to run injured. Still, the pull is fierce and I debated for two hours this morning, throwing Advil after Advil at the pain. And even without a budge in the strain, I still unfolded my running shorts (it's almost 60 freakin' degrees out). When risking greater injury is hardly enough of an obstacle is when running feels like an addiction, one that actually requires mental fortitude to resist (I know I won't go to the window for a few hours lest I see a runner speeding down my street, flinging salt at my wounds). But after watching a stunning Mickey Rourke in The Wrestler yesterday, and his super-heroic but broken-down body, I was given pause to repair. Think I’ll just work a new run mix today. Thanks to where i ran today regular, Laura, I have more material to work with. She posted some of her go-to run tunes on my playlist site. Check 'em out here.