Really? Seriously? Are You Kidding Me?

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.