I don't know what the hell I'm doing, thinking I can start running at this point in my life. I'm pushing 50, I'm still 60+ lbs overweight, I'm NOT athletic, what the hell am I doing!?!
I went for another run yesterday, after taking Wednesday and Thursday off. And, I mean OFF, as in no running OR gym. But, I was feeling like a million bucks yesterday. I got dressed and ready for a run to my parents' house. Stud was going to leave at the same time, in my truck, and meet me there. He threw our lawnmower in the truck and was going to cut their lawn while I ran. Perfect plan.
Well, things were going great. I actually was able to up my game a bit. Instead of doing one and one with the lightpoles, I was running two, then only walking one. I felt awesome. I was barely breaking a sweat, I wasn't feeling all that winded, but my left knee was getting sorer and sorer as I ran.
I was having such a good time, that I wasn't paying attention to where I was running, and ended up running about 4 blocks out of my way. No biggie, I thought, because now the run would be closer to the actual distance of the 5K. Unfortunately, when I finally turned around to head to my parents' house, I ran down a street that was basically under construction. I'm thinking running on that uneven gravely mess was my undoing.
I felt great when I got to my parents'. Stud was finished with the lawn, and they weren't home, so as soon as I got there, we left. In the less than 5 minutes it took to drive home, my knee started calling me an asshole. And, it only got worse from there.
Later, Magnum and I met a friend for dinner. We hadn't seen each other in a long time, so as soon as he finished eating, Magnum left, and she and I stayed for a while, catching up. When we finally decided we'd better call it a night, I tried to stand up, and almost fell over. I had to stand there for seriously almost 5 minutes before I could put any real weight on it. Truthfully, I was a little scared. I slowly made my way out of the restaurant (which, of course, included some stairs!) and it got just a little better. Then, being the ass that I am, I forgot where the hell I parked! I ended up walking about 3 blocks out of my way before I found my car! Eesh!
Anyhoodles, my knee was KILLING me by the time I got home (about a 20 minute drive). This morning, it's only slightly better. If I keep moving it constantly, it's better than being still. Lord help me, how the HELL am I going to do this run in a week!?
Just for fun, here are the figures from yesterday:
I'm off to go find a knee brace :( Wish me luck!