Monday, August 30, 2010
The running dog
Pic of running dog after a big run. Been to the beach, had a bath and blow-wave, then took her pigs ear and went to have a snooze on the bed...
When I first started Round 1 of the 12WBT, I never thought I would actually enjoy exercising. I lived in fear of burpees and jogging, but now I actually enjoy them. I've discovered that secret adrenalin rush that fit people boast about and the rest of us think is just a figment of their food-deprived imaginations. It's actually real and makes you feel amazing for the whole day. So, I've become addicted to running - and as a result my trusty four-legged training buddy is way over-trained and now insists on vigorous daily workouts and running in addition to her normal dog-walks, games and accompanying me to the office.
But it seems that my body can't keep up with my enthusiasm - or my dog - and I've injured myself so that I can't really run at the moment. Or walk actually... Strained muscles it seems. And a super tight ITB that is pulling my knee out of alignment. And I was getting so that I could do about 8kms at a time. :( So now I'm stressed. The running program and the diet I've been following were working really well for me and I don't want to just get fat again because I can't exercise properly.
I've got a fancy gym membership at a super-groovy gym down by the beach. I've had the membership for years and it's cost me a fortune, but I hardly ever go there because of the love-hate relationship we have. I love that's it's funky and new and well resourced - with great views - but that means that it's liberally populated with skinny young beautiful people who also appreciate the grooviness of the place. I went to spinning last week and I was 20 years and at least as many kilos more than anyone else in the place. Sigh. But I did manage to keep up. Well, for most of the class anyway.
Back to the physio to get these muscles back in peak running condition...