That actual working out part can suck hairy donkey balls for all I care. ;)
New running shoes... with PURPLE stripes
I have been dealing with shin splints and sore knees for the past couple of weeks, and decided to mix up my routine to help with the pain. First I treated myself to brand new running shoes, and then I decided to mix up my exercise pattern so I wasn't doing the same thing, to the same spot, causing the same pain over and over.
On Sunday Suzie and I ralked (run + walked) the Lake Murray Dam with my wonderful husband watching and cheering us on as we ran ahead. As gorgeous of a day it was, I just wasn't feeling good. My legs hurt, especially my right shin. Pushing myself made me feel miserable. It was obvious that I needed something different.
To mix things up a bit, I talked Suzie into going with me to Water Zumba on Monday night. That class was a lot of fun, but I will share more on that later. I felt great after the class. A little tired, but nothing too bad. However, I didn't realize how much I had really worked out my legs. On Tuesday night I headed to the gym and tried treadmill running, but I just couldn't do it. I could barely get myself to run for 20 seconds without having to slow the treadmill down to a walk. Even a brisk walk was too much. I kept myself moving at a slow pace so I could still burn some calories, but I felt extremely discouraged. I was meeting my old enemy of too much too fast. My brain tells me I can, my body is telling me "HELLZ NO!"
Since Water Zumba is only Monday and Wednesday nights, I decided to go to the class again Wednesday night and take Thursday and Friday off from exercising. Thursday was a long night at work, and Friday I was just tired. So I waited. I gave my body a chance to recover. I upped my protein, made a batch a larabars, and got a good night's sleep. Which brings me to today. The first time I ran a full mile in who knows how long.
And it felt great.
I know that mile is not much to many people, but to me it was a pretty big deal. See, I know that since I ran one mile, I can run two. Then three. Then I am going to enter some 5k road races and continue to grow from there. Maybe it's the endorphins talking, but now I know the mileage is there. It's in me and I am going to do this.
One mile at a time.