So, I took three weeks off of running because, well for two of it, I couldn't breathe. (Refer to my many posts about NyQuil). I'm pretty sure I had pneumonia or something bordering it again. Doc didn't x-ray, but why bother anymore? And the third was recovery.
Last week, I started bicycling and running on the treadmill again. Yesterday, I got the crazy idea to run while the kids were playing at the park. Hard Asphalt + Metal Ankle = Ouch.
I've also been trudging up and down Wimple's hill. It's our only hill. And I jog up it (the first trip) - I don't dare run down it. It's still me. The second or third trip (thanks to the dog and or Fia Sloth) is done walking. But well, it's a lot more steep than it appears.
I think tomorrow, I'll go back to the gym. You see, I have a new goal. Oh, I'm still going to try to do that 5K (if I can get this outside thing taken care of) - but I'm keeping that one a secret until I'm done. That way, if I don't do it all, only one or two people will know that I didn't do the whole thing, but it'll still look pretty awesome in print. I know you're on the edge of your seat, but you'll have to wait until September.
In the meantime, I'm going to take some of my prescribed anti-inflammatory medicine and get my children to fetch my slippers or something. The dog would just eat them anyway.