Monday, June 27, 2011

A Sloth On A Hill

Oh good sloth, my legs are killing me.

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.
So, this morning, I thought I'd go run at the high school pool track.   It was better. It was much easier on the ankles and knees and other various aging body parts.  However, I still felt like I was running in the sand.  What's up with that?  I feel like I'm going way faster on the treadmill and I know I"m running longer than I am outside. Maybe because I have the little clock to look at?  Maybe this sloth was a hamster in a previous life?  I don't know.

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.  

Especially when the rest of anywhere near me looks like this --------->>>>>>

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.

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