I Ran. I Pushed Hard. I Hurt.
I ran today. I ran for about a song, total. And yes, my lungs felt like they were going to burst (really it’s my throat), my legs felt like rubber and I got super duper sweaty. But I also felt really strong.
So strong that I got home seven minutes earlier than I usually do from the same circuit with walking only. Feeling cocky, I texted Bradley and said I was going around the small block again. I felt great, so I started around again.
I did pretty well until about 100 yards from our house and 45 minutes into a workout I was really pushing myself hard through. Suddenly my hips said ouch and my knees asked why are we doing this again?
I limped into the house, oozed into the shower, settled into my jams and made some dinner. Who knew running for three or so minutes would be that tiring?! (wink wink). Stick a fork in me, I’m done. Until Saturday, at least.
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(And yes, I ran during Firework. I’m a predictable cheeze.)