One of what will probably be an endless stream of whining and feeling sorry for myself interspersed with small moments of joy. Just kidding, I hope it’s not like that at all.
Let’s see. Last night I went to line dancing…just to watch, right? Do you believe that? That is what I meant to do, but then I thought “I’ll try just this one….” Honestly I didn’t dance very much and what I did, I did very gingerly for sure. No swinging hips (that hurts!), no stomping (too scared!). It was good and bad at the same time. Good because it felt right to be back there, but bad because I absolutely hated sitting out dances that I know and love. I iced a bit while we were there and took an Aleve when I got home just before I went to bed.
This morning I did 30 minutes of run/walk intervals, 3 on, 3 off as recommended. That went really well! In fact, my bestie and I covered very close to the same distance (her 1.98 miles me 1.96 miles) and she ran for longer stretches. So at least now I’m confident that I’d still be able to finish a 5k before the timers go home, even if I have to do intervals.
Thank you for your encouragement yesterday, I really needed it just then.