Tuesday, July 21, 2009
The day before my first 5k race, a month and a half ago, I fell of a chair and sprained my ankle badly enough that it's still giving me troubles right now. Shortly after that, I got a horribly cough that set up shop in my lungs and still hasn't left. Due do the sheer amount of coughing I've done, I fractured a rib a little while ago.
It's been... a rough month.
Previously right on the edge of achieving my goals and suddenly unable to go running, I've been languishing around the house, slacking off. I've eaten poorly and excessively. It hasn't been as bad as it could be but over the course of a couple months, I've put on a lb or two. It doesn't make a drastic difference but I can see it and it makes me cranky. On the other hand, unable to run and looking at the caloric restrictions I'd have to make to lose weight with virtually no exercise was too depressing for me to bestir myself to try. -_-
But, I'm back. I went for my first run in entirely too long yesterday. I wasn't able to run fast or far - my ankle's weak and inclined to ache, my lungs hurt, and after a mile I have to stop and cough the lingering gunk out of my lungs so I can run some more... But, it's time to get moving.