You’ve heard my whining about how I can’t run.
But I have legitimate reason that I’m not good at coping with stress when I can’t run.
I end up eating or social drinking my feelings.
And Hot & Spicy Cheese-its and Sam Adams beer do not a fit girl make.
So then there’s been the down spiral of “Oh my gosh why did I eat those 12 cookies at 11 p.m.??” and “Of course I’m available for happy hours every night this week.” And six weeks later mama’s totally outta’ shape.
End rant. Because today I broke the rules and ellipticated.
Mostly, I feel guilty because my leg felt great so it seemed worth the risk––but I know that’s the trap you’re supposed to avoid.
But I felt good. And I got to watch ESPN (one of the things I miss most about cable) and I was super happy about all of the above.
Pending how I feel tomorrow I plan to do something LIGHT. I’m still “flying under the radar” of course. Tonight that meant stopping at 20 minutes when I felt like I could do 30. This also means I plan to very gradually work back into consecutive workouts.
Fingers crossed I get my feet back under me. I can’t wait to get back to the grind!