Yo: two minutes of jogging in place in the comfort of my living room compared to two minutes of actually moving is no joke.
Can I get some R.I.C.E.* stat?
I’m one sore mother shut your mouth.
Not wanting to squander a beautiful day by staying inside, the Boy and I went to the track. He alternated between riding his scooter and playing in the dirt while I huffed my way around the track. I’m in better shape than I’ve been for a while with the tortoise and hare philosophy**, but the mind plays some naughty tricks and my mind wasn’t having it today.
Did I mention I was one sore mother shut your mouth?
I warmed up, and feeling froggy, jumped. I should head back to tadpole waters ‘cuz my mind started to whisper seductively about stopping. My knee shouted out a comment, then my lungs added their two cents. Things got interesting when my oxygen shouted “deuces!*** “
That was all she wrote.
I’m not terribly upset. I did my fastest mile yet and I managed to do half of the 5K I set out to do. I didn’t come home and collapse as I would have a year ago. My challenge is that I need to find something to assist with my mental state. The body is willing, but the mind is not.
* Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation
**Taking it slow rather than quick diets that is really only water loss.
***Slang for Peace. The symbol with TWO fingers, or deuces. Gotta love having a teenager.