Week Four

I either have a secret admirer who has a strange knack for picking running related gifts or one of you is very thoughtful blog follower.  I received a care package of sorts today in the mail; Body Glide and a water bottle.  There was no note, so I am not sure who to properly thank.  So which one of you was it? Who done it???  This is going to drive me bananas.  I have already ruled out my brother.  I do love a good mystery.  :)  But, in all seriousness, thanks very much.  It made my day and I really do appreciate all of the support I have received.  I was so thrilled just to find out people were reading along!  You guys are the best.  Thank you so much.  Mean while, back at the gym...

This week went much better than last week.  I feel I need to personally thank Dave Grohl and The Foo Fighters for getting me through each workout. I feel great!  Finally, the daily pain has subsided and I am only a little sore after each personal training session.

I achieved a milestone the other day.  It's not a big one, but the first one I am going to keep track of.  I jogged .3 miles without stopping.  I know that is not very far, but to me it is kind of a big deal.  Hoping to track my first full mile sometime next week!  Tomorrow I have to do my first longer work out. It's supposed to be an 80 minute run, but since I can't run very far just yet I am going to try to break it into two 40 minute sessions.  I am trying to run as long as I can, then walk until I recover a bit, then start up again.  Luckily, the recovery time is getting shorter.  Progress!

Since my PT sessions are only 30 minutes, this week I started doing some cycling afterwards for about 45 minutes.  Two weeks ago I wouldn't have had the energy, but somehow this week it seems to have shown up.  So that is the good news from personal training land.  The bad news is that I embarrassed the shit out of myself on Tuesday when I fell down during my session.  I was doing these speed step things and the box got away from me and I went down.  Flat on my ass in front of about 100 people. Awesome.  I'm that girl.  The director of the gym wanted me to fill out an incident report.  I swore i wasn't injured and told him I just really wanted to disappear.  He tried to assure me that it "happens all the time."  I kinda doubt it.  My bruised butt and ego will survive I'm sure.


Lessons learned:

1.  Foam rollers are our friends.
2.  Plantar Faciitis is not our friend.
3.  I really like Nuun tablets.  I think that is going to be my hydration choice.
4.  Finally finding some good recipes that are filling, high protein, low carb, and actually taste good.
5.  I will no longer make fun of someones workout apparel.  Even if it looks ridiculous, it is probably serving a purpose.
6.  I really appreciate an "off day".  They are glorious.