Wednesday was my first day back to physical therapy. And good news: I have been released. My physical therapist wasn't thrilled about my choices post Bulldog. "Why not 10 miles instead of 18?" he asked about Monday on the gym cycle. And then about Tuesday, 6 miles is not a short run, how about 3 miles? That's just about what my husband said too.
LOL.
And so after the gym on Thursday (About 6 miles on the elliptical and weights and core workouts), I went for a three mile run today, Friday. Or so I thought. I should say, that I aimed for a 3 mile run, but I cheated and eeked out a 3.7 mile run.
I'm such a cheater.
I gasped, nearly crying as I ran down PCH past our vet. I still cry at the loss of my Daisy Dog, especially after my DNF at Bulldog.
So much, too much this year.
Regardless, after 3 hours in the dentist's chair, today's 3.7 mile run was refreshing. The skies were misty with clouds and a cool breeze blew through my pulled-back hair.
I'm still a little tiffed, but it's not just all Bulldog. It's pretty much life. And unlike usual, running has been unable to erase the crap.
Nice N' Easy Slopes Today:
Way to go Lauren. It's so hard to get back up on a bicycle after you've fallen. My hat is off to you.
ReplyDeleteThanks Glenn. I'm taking it nice and slow : )
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