Well, this week I only did about 5.5 miles. Something feels weird inside where my internal organs are, like nothing is attached to anything else and maybe my uterus is carrying a shiv to stab the others. On one of my runs I had to stop and give the stabber (whoever it might be) a stern talking to. On a different run it was my butt doing the back talking. Or butt talking. So there is mutiny all around!
Due to bodily protest, instead of doing a third run this week I did interval training. My brother suggested this as it might help me increase my lung capacity. 15 seconds of sprinting, followed by 40 seconds of walking, seven times. I figured this would be fast and easy, and YES, it was very fast. A fast way to want to die. The first sprint was liberating and fun. On the last one I thought my legs were going to give out and I would have to crawl back to the house. Awesome! I will probably do this again.
Also in the haps this week: stretching. I am about as flexible as a ruler. Toes here I come!
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