I woke up from the alarm at 5.30 but couldn’t even be bothered to turn on the light and spent the next house just lying there trying to will myself into being awake. Then I ended up reading „Kiwi Blitz“ until I finally got up at 8. Nope, no writing.
My husband was rather surprised when he showed up at 8.30 and I had just started eating my breakfast. And we both were equally surprised when the boy came down at 9.28. Yes, I did look at the clock.
We talked and I knitted and I did the breakfast dishes and finally managed to leave for my run after ten. I had planned to do another 11k run. Everything went fine, my heart rate was not too high, I felt light and good and was running quite a bit instead of my usual walking most of the way. My left calf was a little cramped but I often get that and it usually goes away if I focus on loosening the muscles.
But then it hurt a little more. And some more. And so I had to start walking again. And the it seriously hurt and didn’t get better so I decided to turn around after 2.6k:
Yes, it is little dry yet again. I’m still in good spirits here:
Okay, reasonable good spirits, also the sun shone in my eyes. I need to get myself running sunglasses.
And then I hobbled back home. Painfully. My husband was immediately concerned when he ran past me right before our house on his way back. I have been looking at other runner’s pace a lot lately and for anybody interested my pace yesterday was 8 min/k for running with a little walking thrown in and 14 min/k for hobbling.
I think I pulled a muscle. I helped to make lunch:
Very yummy if a little spicy, and spent the rest of the day sitting in an easy chair with my leg elevated on a cooling pad. Which might not hinder a normal person from working on her novel or work on the website or anything but since I’m me I just sat there watching the Giro d’Italia with half an eye while reading some more „Kiwi Blitz“ on my laptop. (I have to say that I like „Sleepless Domain“ by the same person even better but I’m all caught up with that one.)
I also skipped bodyweight training and went from sitting in the chair watching the bike race to sitting in the same chair and watching Star Trek with the boy without even getting up in between. Interestingly I seem to have become a person who gets antsy just sitting around. Huh, former couch potato me would never have guessed.
So today the agenda is mostly sitting around some more with my leg elevated and iced and then I’ll see.