Friday morning after the Turkey Trot, I Could hardly move. Rising and sitting was a painful process that now involved my arms. I didn’t know you could hurt so much. Dumb me, never thought about taking ibuprofen! Thankfully, a co-worker suggested it. I did. It worked. By Friday evening, I was better. A little.
Saturday came and it was a beautiful day. My legs felt great and I wanted to go for a run. I knew I shouldn’t over do it though. So I figured a brief 1-2 mile run would be enough to test the legs and work out the last of the jello.
I headed for my favorite trails and this is how it went down.
I started to run.
50 yards down the path my legs stopped moving in the running motion.
hmmmm….ok. But I want to run! I am a runner darn it!!!
So I started again.
50 more yards down the path…they stopped the running motion again and the protesting was louder…this time with a bit of jello-ness to the knees.
hmmmmm…that’s odd. Better test that again, but as much as I want to run, I am NOT interested in hurting myself or my knees.
I started running again.
A short distance later….more jello-ness in the knees and an absolute refusal to do what I KNOW my brain was telling it to do, which was to run.
The calves started cramping and protesting, as did the thighs. The knees were mushy. The only thing good was my feet in my new dorkomatics.
I settled for a 2 mile walk and simply enjoyed my surroundings and the confidence that comes with knowing I CAN run 10K…even if my legs don’t want to go 100 yards right now.