Well, friends, after a week of eating bon bons and watching episode after episode of Glee on Netflix streaming, I think I may finally be back in the game. (Incidentally, why didn't anyone tell me what a sob-fest that show is. I mean, seriously, how many "teens-doing-the-right-thing" story lines can one gal take? Not to mention the Journey - for the love of God, the Journey!! - I've learned one thing in all of it: I will NEVER stop believing.)
I haven't really done much of exercise since waking up in agony the morning after my lightning fast PR on the 19th. Arjay and I went swimming on the 22nd, then I didn't do anything last week, except about 30 minutes on the trainer. I was lame... LITERALLY, so how about you stop judging me, so we can go ahead and move past this.
Today, Matilda and I went for an E-A-S-Y jog in the neighborhood. My Garmin was out of juice onaccounta the aforementioned laziness - i.e. I never charged it, since I never used it. So, I don't know exactly how far, or how long. We stopped a minute to say hello to some neighborhood kids, too - so that added a bit of time. But, it felt good to just be out there.
My arch seems a little tender, but not my heel. I'm back to my old cumbersome New Balance - giving the minimus (minimi?) a break for a little while. I'm planning to make use of the golf ball stretches some of you suggested. I've been doing a bit of that this week, so I'm hoping it did some good.
Now, if this pesky tickle in my throat/ chestal region doesn't turn into a full-blown cold, we'll be in good shape!
Don't Stop Believing, kids. I never will.
TOMORROW: Abs Gone Wild. Yes!
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