March 31, 2008
The plan for today was recovery, whatever it entailed and however long it took, so I can complete the next Important Thing, a 2.5-hour run Wednesday morning.
This morning when I woke up, I had a lot of trouble walking for the first several minutes. After some advil, stretching, and coffee, I went out for an hour. Just...an hour. Of whatever I could manage. At first I thought this would be strictly walking, but things loosened up enough to throw some running in, so it turned into an hourlong gallowalk with increasing spates of running. 5 miles in 59 minutes, yeah boyyyyee.
I should've kept running, because once I stopped I got stiff quick, and exquisitely tired. At work I gave the absolute worst massage of my entire (brief) career. My bad leg hurt and neither leg had any strength, so I could not trust myself to lean without falling and had to use my arms, which never have any strength even on a good day. At the end of the massage I asked the customary "how do you feel?" and the patient just looked at me for 10s, then shrugged his shoulders and said "ok, I guess." Le pauvre.
As the day progressed I felt better (though still very tired), and after work I went for a walk, an hourlong trudge around the neighborhood that turned out not to be so fun. Once back home, I showed my husband how to work on sick hip flexors (ow!), and now my leg is much much better, but I'm still exhausted. Luckily I can rest this evening, and probably most of tomorrow too.
So I got through the 18-mile Big Workout yesterday, and I got through 2 hours of aerobic exercise today, and I have no doubt I'll feel better tomorrow, so I'm about as optimistic as I can get. But something tells me that if I were truly healthy, it would take more than an 18-miler to knock me silly.
Posted by joe positive at March 31, 2008 5:16 PM
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