It only hurts when I walk

The 33rd Annual City to Surf event was held this past Sunday. After agreeing to enter the run nearly two weeks ago, I thought I had an out. Looked like the deadline for entry passed and I was free from further agony on two legs. Did not realize at that time however that you could register in person the day before. Ouch. Signed up for it saturday morning, after checking out the Hot Hot Heat show the night before. That was a pretty decent show - I was up near the stage which got too tightly packed for my tastes. Plus there were a few crowd surfers (something I haven't seen at a show in years. Not sure if thats due to the shows I see or if it indicates a diminished popularity for that mob sport. Pretty weird for a dance-able new wavish garage outfit. The Kills headlined which was good because they sucked and I could get away from the stage (and sooner than later, out the door).
After I signed up for the run, did a bit of shopping around town and cooked pasta casserole not unlike american chop suey with melted new zealand motz on top. Doing my best carbo loading. Then I went to the Interpol show. I entertained the thought of selling my ticket and once I was inside, I thought yeah I should've sold it. If they played in the US, I would not have spent $20+ dollars to see them headline a show (with a weak opening act). Plus I needed a good nights sleep as registration started at 7AM. They were average, with little to no audience interaction. If you want to know what they sound like live, listen to Turn on the Bright Lights, as they sound exactly the same as their record. I left before the show was over (heard the songs I liked, and impossibly as it seemed to me, it was more crowded than the night before.
That makes Mt Goats the winner of the concert showdown. 4 headlining bands in 2 weeks. Go figure that the best show also cost half the price as all the others, and had better support acts. Chalk one up for the indie kids.

Now for the run. OK, I ran 4 or 5 times two weeks ago. Last week I did no running as I thought I wasn't going to enter. Each of these runs were in the 2-3, maybe 4 mile range and were painful. Somehow though, (I suspect its got something to do with being next to the other 60,000 entrants) I managed to run almost the entire 8 miles (I stopped twice for about a minute each time to work out the agony shooting through various leg muscles and once for a water station that didn't have any water). I finished in an hour and a half. Since I didn't have a watch, I don't know what time I crossed the starting line exactly, but the 1 hour and 30-33 minutes is exact enough for me. All in all, I'm pretty pumped that I actually ran it.

Monday morning is another story. i hope to resume walking painfree in the next couple of days.