So I've got ITBS in both legs, now. (And that's NOT IBS, BTW. FCK U.) I made it 10 miles thru the 20-miler and had to stop. Fuck fuckimoto fuckity fuck. It's back to Hot Yoga classes and short runs with the magic bands on both legs for me. Seven seems to be the magic number that I can make band-free and pain-free. I'm just trying to make it to the women's marathon in a month. I think I'll wear pink lace garters over both my leg bands.
Happy birthday, Sting.