I went INSIDE to the treadmill today. I was planning on walking most of my two miles today, simply because I"m sore and I forgot my knee brace.
But I'm impatient and it was taking forever, so I decided to jog just a few minutes here and there. I hadn't eaten much all day (a peach for a breakfast, a few nasty Banquet chicken nuggets for lunch, very little fluids all day). Oh and I spent over an hour sitting in the sun at the pool. So, going to the gym = probably not the best idea.
I went anyway. I walked a quarter mile or so and started jogging - two minutes. Walked some more, until my heart rate was back under the "Ohmygodimgoingtodie" range and started jogging again. After the second run, my left leg started hurting. I say leg because it wasn't really my ankle. It definitely wasn't my knee. But it hurt. I kept going though. I wanted to make at least a mile. By the time I was done, I thought, "Well, I'll just do the bike for the last mile." It hurt so bad I couldn't do it. I barely made it out of there.
I think it's just tendinitis or something. I didn't hurt myself. I didn't twist anything. But I was in some serious pain for about an hour. I took my prescribed anti-inflammatory *and* four ibuprofen. An hour or so later, I was pretty much OK. No swelling or anything. But, really? Seriously? For freaking Pete's sake. I'm just trying to be healthy here. What the hell?
A few hours later, I was walking up that hill again. In flip-flops. But the dog needed to play. (I let Cody Sloth walk her though). I still feel mostly alright. We'll see what tomorrow holds.
I think I need to buy a bike.