Took a nice long walk
today. Okay, so it was only about 2.5+
miles and not the 5k for which I was hoping.
Still, though. Warm enough to
walk with knee-length yoga pants and a light long-sleeved shirt. Perfect weather for this late in October.
Of course, we are rumored
to be getting flurries this weekend, but for now … ssssshhhhhh.
The problem remains with
my Achilles tendons, however. Around
mile 1.75 I thought my calves might explode.
Okay, okay. Admittedly I am not
really doing the PT I promised. I’m not
icing and all that. I’m not ingesting
large quantities of ibuprofen. I stretch
and flex when I remember, especially before attempting to wobble down the
stairs in the middle of the night.
But, seriously. I’m an impatient patient. How damn long does this take, anyway?
No matter. I signed up for a 5k in November. Late in November. I hope I don’t freeze on the course. I won’t be in full jogging mode at this rate,
but I should be able to finish in decent time, as long as I don’t get caught in
a pack. I do have to find a way to
change settings on MapMyWalk. I kind of
wish the computerized voice would chime in every quarter or half mile instead
of telling me that I have walked 1.03 miles at a pace of so many minutes. It’s too long a wait for that mile’s worth of
validation. I need validation every few
yards.
Tuesday is supposed to be
nice, maybe even 70 degrees.
Stinks. I have a meeting after
school. I guess my exercise and airing
out will have to be the sum total of driving eight miles home with the windows
open. Maybe I can flex and stretch my
Achilles tendons while I’m driving.
Maybe I should try that going TO work, as well, since I usually waddle
across the parking lot as my tendons freeze up after the drive to school every
morning.
Maybe I’m not
impatient. Maybe I’m just getting
old. While I am pretending to heal, I
maintain the illusion that I’m not aging.
Then I realize that I’m really not healing anymore, and I have to accept
that this may well be the best it gets, the youngest I’ll feel.
Nah. That thought just totally blows.
Never mind, then. I’m impatient. I want to walk a few 5ks in prep for the real
deal in a few weeks. Come on, now,
Achilles – Don’t be a damn drama queen.
Give me back my calves and I promise not to make fun of you when the
students start the unit on Ancient Greece.
