Torture!

I think there is a conspiracy against me. My friends and loved ones are trying to see how many crazy torturous things they can make me do under the guise of medicinal purposes. I ran 10 miles today. I used to run 13-14 miles on a semi-regular basis, before I had this last baby. The most I'd done post-baby thus far was about 6.5 miles. I wanted to see if I could run 10 miles since there is a 10 mile race in a couple of weeks that I want to do. Well, I made it, rather slowly, but I did run the whole time without quiting. As soon as I stopped, my legs were telling me that they were not happy with me. So, after I stretched, I asked Bruce if there was anyway to prevent (as much as possible) being in severe pain for the next several days. He suggested an ice bath. Yup, I did it. It really was not fun. I filled the bath with nothing but cold water till it just covered my legs and hips. The point was not to lower my core temp. After I'd been in a few minutes, Bruce added some ice to keep the water nice and frigid. I stayed in for about 9 minutes. I survived by reminding myself that it was not so bad as child birth. This is probably the craziest thing I've ever done. Mind over matter, I am a tough chicky, am I not?