Monday, November 21, 2011

A Sore Subject

OK, I still need work on the restraint. I cracked yesterday and did a 3-mile loop outside. After all, how many more times before winter sets in am I going to be able to run in a t-shirt and shorts?
Three miles never felt so long as when I was worrying about my foot the whole way! And then I started worrying that I would make it worse by worrying…the whole thing is just a vicious cycle. But luckily there didn’t seem to be any lasting consequences to my foot. I was a little bit sore for maybe an hour afterward, but again I was probably hyper-analyzing every little muscle movement in my foot. In the end, I decided that my toes (on both feet) actually protested more than the arch.

Today, about the only part of my body that doesn’t hurt is my foot. My thighs—back and front—won’t let me straighten my legs out the whole way, until I gradually stretch them. I practically need a forklift to drag me up off the floor. Even my arms are sore.

But it’s a good sore. So good that I couldn’t resist going out again today—and I made it 5 miles! I like to think I’ve learned my lesson about ignoring my protesting body, but in this case I knew the protests were simply those of weak muscles being used once again. I can deal with that. I will gladly walk like an old lady because it means I’m really on the way back.

I have never been so happy to be sore!
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