Have I ever told you I'm not real good with measurement?
Last Friday afternoon, Abby and I met for our weekly workout. It had already been quite a busy week workout-wise for me. Monday, I started Abby's newest Small Group Personal Training class. Tuesday, we had our final 21 Days to Bliss where there was some yoga with Jill and exercise with Abby (not a lot, but enough to count it!). Thursday, Abby wasn't feeling up to snuff so she cancelled her appointment with my friend Amy. Amy took that opportunity to call and ask me to work out with her so she came to my house and we did the Upper Body TBP Workout (with a couple of slight modifications due to Amy's recent broken leg... she broke it at SGPT with Abby about the same time I broke my wrist). Then Friday before I met with Abby, I went over to Starkville to do yoga with Lindsay at the Homesteading Center (which turned out to be one of the more intense sessions I've had with Lindsay). Amy had gone to yoga with me; after we bought our wares from Marion (kombucha, both mint and shiso, pineapple whey cooler and chevre cheese with herbs) and the anti-fungal salve from Lindsay, we headed to City Bagel for a healthy lunch.
I seem to be digressing tonight....
So... Abby and I met for our weekly workout. As I've stated before, you never know what you're going to get with an Abby workout, so I just show up with semi-appropriate clothing and footwear and hope for the best.
Since she had been feeling a little under the weather, I had hoped she might take it a little easy on me. We chatted a bit, then she said we were going to have a nice little leisurely jog. Of course, I didn't know how far... or how long. I didn't know if were jogging to particular spot for a workout or if we were just going to jog until the soles of our shoes fell off. She chose the latter. As I ran, I kept seeing landmarks and thinking to myself, "OK, she'll stop here." Wrong. We kept going. Light pole? See ya. Bench? Buh-bye. She just kept on "leisurely jogging" and I kept on... wishing she would stop. My shins were burning. We talked about form, what I needed to improve on. My calves were burning. What am I doing wrong? My hips hurt, my knees hurt... and there was a pavilion with a bench. We finally stopped. Abby informed me that I had just run 11 minutes without stopping.
What?? In my 5 Weeks to 5K homework, I hadn't run more than 2 minutes in a row. I had just run/jogged eight-tenths of a mile... with no break. I'm quite certain I didn't do that in the 5K I ran. What was the difference?
Abby. Abby was the difference. She talked me through the aches, the pains, the frustration, the mental wearing out. She helped me re-focus so that I could alter my form a bit to ease those aches and pains.
We stopped under the pavilion and did a few stretches and that really helped! I felt like once we stopped, my legs wanted to keep that momentum moving. That sort of happened during the 5K too; whenever I walked instead of running, my legs wanted to keep going forward more quickly than they were when I walked (but the jogging wore my lungs out).
Shortly after we started heading back, my right knee hurt. It had hurt a little earlier, but more on the right (exterior) side; this time, it was hurting just below my knee cap on the interior side of my knee. The more I ran, the more it hurt. I tried to push through the pain, but it got the better of me and I started walking. Abby tried talking me through it, and it worked, for a little while. I remember telling her that I knew my knee wasn't literally going to break, but it felt like each time I hit the pavement with my right foot that I was going to fall straight to the ground because of my knee giving out on me. Abby encouraged me, and I tried again. I'm nothing if not determined and strong-willed (some might say stubborn).
As we were trying to work through this little issue, Abby told me that when she told me the time (11 minutes) and distance (.8 miles) of my "run", that my face lit up. Of course it did. I was proud of myself! I felt like I had really accomplished something pretty great (at least for me!)
I tried, oh I tried. And I honestly don't remember whether I jogged anymore or not. But I DO remember being frustrated that I couldn't complete something the way I wanted to.
Bottom line, I ran (jogged) for 11 minutes in a row. Without stopping. I ran more than 3/4 of a mile. Without stopping. That was something for Self to be proud of!
After our walk/jog/run, Abby and I hung out in the parking lot for a few minutes. Amy would be there shortly to do Abby's 5K clinic and I wanted to brag about what I had just done. Of course, I mixed up the numbers a little (on accident, I swear!) and told Amy that I had just run 8 miles. Well, it sure felt like it!
Abby gave me strict instructions for my knee... go home, foam roll (why does that have to hurt so badly?), ice and take a hot shower. And, I did just that.
I went to the North Mississippi Holistic Center Open House later that evening. As I was walking in, Steve Porter (a runner) was walking out. Steve and I go to church together. I was so proud of myself that I had to tell him about my feat for the day... and I proudly announced that I had run 11 miles that day. He had a very surprised look on his face (presumably because I had nearly died running a 5K the weekend before), but congratulated me. Then Nickey spoke up and corrected me... I had run 11 minutes, not 11 miles.
Have I ever told you I'm not real good with measurement?
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