So, this was us this morning.
My bonus daughter did a fantastic job completing the 5k distance with perfect running intervals.
This is a huge win!
This summer of training has been a whirlwind of good days, bad days, and vacation days.
She has gained strength as well as lung capacity and endurance.
Her progress has been incredible!
We celebrated with a trip to Starbucks!
...back to my story though...
I was on the treadmill right beside her the entire time...just under an hour.
While she was having the workout of the summer, I was keeping a steady pace and moving forward.
It has been a long time since I've run.
I wanted to run.
I put the incline back down to 2.0.
I jacked the speed up to 4.5mph.
I ran.
She says, "OMG! You CAN run!"
Well, yes...I can.
Should I?
Probably not...
It has been quite a long time since I ran and I'm going to be honest with you as well as myself...
My knee hurt before I ever got on that treadmill this morning.
I ran a little over a minute.
I put the speed back down to a comfortable walking pace of 2.7mph.
For some crazy reason, I decided that I wanted to do it again.
::sigh::
I did and decided that two short run intervals were enough for me today.
My knee is angry.
I wish I could say that was the end of the story but it isn't.
We finished and I was only half a mile behind her in distance.
I was pretty proud of that!
We came home and I...
...mowed the lawn.
Push mowed the lawn.
With a mower that is NOT self-propelled.
I have over 5.5 miles in today.
...and I am literally limping.
::sigh again::
I have failed to honor my body today.
There is pushing yourself toward greatness, and there is pushing yourself to pain that hinders movement.
There is a difference.
Love your body.
Honor your body.
Celebrate your wins.
Much Love,
Lady Misty