Last night I was really itching for a run—and for a long run. I hadn't gotten out at all since last week so I've had a lot of pent-up energy, and also there is always that feeling in the background about putting up poor numbers on Wednesday.

So with that, I slipped on some socks, got the dog harnessed in, and took her out. With Audrey, I was only able to do a solid one kilometer before she quit on me, which was alright because I didn't want to overdo running in only socks.

Yes, I went out in just socks. I've been wanting to check my form and the best way to do that is to go for a run with no shoes. Unfortunately it is pretty chilly, so I got some of my wool socks out, and they worked pretty well until they got damp . . . that was uncomfortable.

After one kilometer, I trotted back home with the dog and slipped back into my Vibrams. I noticed that I run with approximately the same form, so I didn't worry too much about it. Heading back outside with Pandora cranked loud to Ingrid Michaelson, I did about three or four kilometers, but it just wasn't working. Maybe it was too many slow, lovey-dovey songs in a row. . . my lesbo-rock station just wasn't cutting.

Spotlight up on Ke$ha.

I flipped my Pandora to Ke$ha radio, and off I went. The nice thing about this station is it really has most of the party dance club rap and hip-hop on it. All fast-paced, most with lyrics that make me giggle. At about 6 km, I realized I was still going. My feet hurt, but I adjusted my form and kept going, thinking I had a little bit left. And then, a song came on. Grow a Pear by Ke$ha.

Now, I am not proud of this, but that song amped me up. Honestly, how can these lyrics not amp you up (also not safe for work . . . or my mom?):

But here is the sitch
I signed up for a man
But you are just a bitch

You should know
That I love you a lot
But I just can't date a dude with a vag

I mean, it is not the most eloquent of songs . . . but hey, when you are playing the mental game of pushing forward in your run through the cold, rain, and pain, that last line really sticks with you.

I ended up doing 10 km total last night. I am a bit sore, but honestly my lungs were good and my legs were good. My major aches and pains were my feet. More importantly, my left Achilles is still really struggling.

I only paused once last night at about 2.5 km to stretch my Achilles out, and I realized how important it was that if you are tight mid-run to pull up, take the five minutes to stretch before you continue. I felt astronomically better afterward, and felt less likely to get hurt.

It felt good to throw down a big run, but honestly I would rather do consistent, shorter runs all week than feel the need to go big or go home. I felt like the risk of injury was higher last night as I wanted to keep pushing, which was dumb on my part to go for it.

So, for those of you who are interested in listening, here is this horrific but entertaining song. Not safe for work!