What a beautiful day I woke up to. Great temperatures and beautiful blue sky.
I tackled a shower all by myself – woohoo. Then let the horses out into their pasture – all by myself. I am so independent today. The next challenge for me was to go for a walk. I know this sounds crazy but for 3 months I have not laced up the running shoes and headed out the door unless it was to work, the store or other short distance. But I have been invited by two of my girlfriends to go on walks so I wanted to do a practice run so to speak.
I headed out to the road which is gravel. hmmm not so great. So I have made an initial rule – that being that when I start running it will be on pavement. The gravel underfoot was just too unsteady and occasionally I could feel a pebble under my heel that hurt. When I got to pavement I just kept heading downhill because there is no other option. NOTE: If you decide to live on the side of a mountain, downhill and uphill may be your only route.
I went 1 mile downhill……..
and then turned around and headed back.
The whole time I was pumping my arms, and stretching them overhead. I did this because 1) I looked like a badass runner who is recovering from an injury, and 2) it might make me burn more calories so these extra pounds will “Melt” away, and 3) because I like to entertain the traffic going by.
I got home and was surprisingly sweaty. I changed clothes and put on my comfy rubber sandals (oofos) and caught up on some emails. And then I stood up and OUCH – that damn heel pain. I feel like I have earned the right to say damn here because of the frustration level I have reached in the past 3 months.
I have to admit the tears started to flow when just walking brought me back to step one. Patient Husband took this time to remind me 2 miles is not “starting out slowly” and that I have become very impatient and may never completely heal if I don’t give it time. (insert pouting, sad face here).
I had the perfect antidote set up for the afternoon….my hair appointment. Its really like a spa. Lots of fun chitchatting with all the girls, being pampered and those wonderful scalp massages during the rinse out.
Check out the shoes in the next chair.
A few moments of creativity and got my wreath back up. Ta-Da Fall is officially at my house now.
I got an email today from the Mickelson Trail Race photographer from the 1/2 marathon in June. I just thought it was too cute not to share. I wasn’t able to make the dam’s eyes spin like they did in the email
I hope your Friday is a great beginning to your weekend.
Take it one step at a time…..maybe just a few……and maybe baby steps…