Wednesday, August 10, 2011
3 Little Miles -- 8-10-11
Hiroko came with me, and I am glad that she did.
I ran three long slow little miles. My form was aweful, and I was afraid my achilles would rupture with every step. But, I still had to run. My breathing was labored at best. 12 minute miles. No Joke, 12 minute miles. But nothing burst and my lungs didn't burn. I stopped three times after feeling a twinge in my heel, but each time they passed, so I ran . . . gingerly.
My legs were sore everywhere and my achilles and plantar tendons felt like garbage afterward. Serious Garbage!
Was it smart to run? No. Did I need to run? In the worst way. Mentally, not running has been harder than being sick. When my doctor started me on levaquin, I never imagined that it would add injury to my illness, but now the fear of injury worries me more than I care to think about. But still, I needed this run. So, today I'll be listening to a lot of songs that help me relax. Rivers of Babyoln is one of the best, and I love this version that I just discoverd, Enjoy.