Saturday 7/9: *First run* 3.4 miles outside, 9:18 pace (stupid, stupid, stupid)
Sunday 7/10: Hot Yoga, 1.5 hours (awesome, awesome, awesome)
Tuesday 7/12: 4.5 miles on the treadmill, first and last 5 minutes walking for "warm-up" and "cool-down" (as you'll note, each run getting progressively stupider) *Felt a slight twinge in what I would've characterized as my tibia, in the same spot that hurt before. Did I stop? No.* (SUPER STUPID)
Thursday 7/14: 45 minutes on the elliptical at level 5, 4.36 miles (I knew by now that things were starting to go downhill, so I thought if I eased off a bit and did this instead of running I might be able to save myself. A weak attempt at easing off, to say the least.)
Sunday 7/17: Hot Yoga, 1.5 hours (again, awesome)
Tuesday 7/19: 3.4 miles outside, 9:05 pace (do I have to even say it?)
Today 7/21: 3.0 miles outside, 9:03 pace (*sigh*) *My tibia hurt slightly at the beginning of this run, better during the rest of the run, but ached noticeably after I got home.*
It's plain to see where things went wrong here. RIGHT IN THE VERY BEGINNING. I believe I may have posted something about how I "learned my lesson" on this injury thing, wherein I wrote this really "thoughtful" list of things I was going to do with this new beginning...it might have even involved me laughing soulfully in a field of wildflowers or something dramatic like that... The first thing on that list was, and I quote:
"I will start back slowly (as much as it is going to KILL me). I'm just going to have to force this on myself."
Man, what a crock of sh*t! Who writes this stuff?? Obviously, it couldn't be me...
So, I won't drag this out any longer. My leg was either a) not ready to run yet or b) not ready to be pounded on in the less-than-gradual manner that I chose. (Or both??) Now, the same pain is back. It's not as bad, but it can't be ignored. I told my husband that my thinking was that I would run on it like I wanted to and either hope I got lucky and things turned out well, or get unlucky, have things turn out less-than-well and realize that this gradual thing is actually a necessity. Unlucky it is. Water jogging here I come.
And, on to other things...It's time for
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