So, on Tuesday night it was lovely outside. I was sitting on my couch reading Julie and Julia (and what is up with all the naughty words in that book anyways?!?) when suddenly I thought to myself that I hadn’t even attempted a run since my acquision of Scar & MiniScar back in May.
You do the math, Internet, that’s a srsly long, long time.
But there I was, sitting on the couch with Henry staring at me and I suddenly decided that I was going to go for a run, just to see if I could do it. I’d been avoiding the whole running thing, because the entire abdomen area still hurts, not unlike when The Kid punches me in the stomach, whenever I lean against the counter…and the thought of running has just not seemed very appealing.
I wanted to keep my “running” a secret from Joey (who knows why…sometimes I just like to sneak around.) I was in the bedroom lacing up my Nikes when he came in and leaned against the door.
“Are you going on a walk? Are you not inviting me?” He looked like I had hurt his feelings.
“Um, no. I’m going to go try to run,” I said. “You can come if you want.”
Joey declined to stay home and study. I gave him a kiss on the top of his head and told him I’d be back in half an hour or so.
Thirty minutes later, I returned to base. I was almost proud of myself for running an entire mile, but I felt rather vegetative and loafy for only being able to run a mile. Then I remembered why exactly it was that I hadn’t done much of any exercise all summer I stopped mentally kicking myself.
When I got inside, Joey suggested we go for a walk. Then he suggested we ride our bikes in the next day; at 14-15 mile round trip. I thought we might as well.
Yesterday morning, I woke up and felt pretty good. Surprisingly, I wasn’t very sore from the run; it was probably due to my stretching sessions. The ride in was a breeze…but the ride HOME, that was another store.
About a mile into it, I decided I was done. My legs were jelly. I had no gumption. “I need you to go get the car for me,” I panted.
“You can go a little more,” Joey said.
We repeated this conversation for the next five miles, and finally made it home by 6:00. My legs felt leaden and sore for the entire evening. And when I woke up this morning I found that standing on them was, like, not going to work at all.
“I’m super sore,” I whined.
Oh, and we’re going backpacking this weekend. Did I mention that? I’m going to be so sore it’s not even funny…here’s hoping my legs start working again by then. Every time I have to get up from a sitting position, my legs protest. Not cool, y’all. Not cool.
I was obviously more out of shape than I realized.
