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Yeah, yeah. I imagine you all waiting around with baited breath to hear how long a plank I did today and how much I smell of deep heat. The answers. 80 seconds and a lot. I can walk without limping today, which is progress, but can’t bend my leg backwards, like you would for a
Leg still hurts. I still smell of Deep Heat. Today I did another cheats exercise of a minutes plank, a handful of press ups, and the increased effort it takes me to drag myself across the room with a leg that doesn’t bend. I have been resting and elevating like a good girl. The leg
So, my leg is still very sore. I am Limpy Von Limperson, Sheriff of Limpytown. I decided to give swimming a go at the hotel tonight anyway as I really could do with some exercise, especially as I am now doing my usual sulky eating thing that I do when I’m, er, a bit sulky.
I did a plank for a minute and a handful of press ups. So that’s *some* exercise and technically within the Juneathon rules, but it’s cheating really. And even that made my leg hurt. I didn’t get sweaty, I didn’t burn any calories and I didn’t really challenge myself. My feet look like this as
I’m writing this one from my phone, so excuse the lack of beautiful formatting. I pretty much feel like an idiot right now. The stabbing pain that started on Saturday and got worse on Sunday had eased a little, though I could still feel it, so I decided to risk Roller Derby practice. I was
Oh dear. I am hurt. Todays intention had initially been to head out for a 10k. But the ache that started as that stabbing pain in my thigh on Friday night was still there so I downgraded my intentions to 4 and a bit miles. We drove out to the lake we used to run
So today I had to have my run done before I leave the house at 12:30 as I won’t be coming back till tonight. So I sat in bed and procrastinated until 10:30 and then got up to run round the block in a panic. My legs feel quite heavy and tired today, maybe because
Having just sat in a car for 6 hours the first thing I normally think when I get to my house isn’t normally “lets go for a run”, it’s normally “where’s the beer?” But today I came straight in, dumped my bags and went for a run round the block. It was actually a perfect
Yep, that’s right. Failed. Totally and utterly. It’s a boring story, but that’s never stopped me before. I’m in hotels this week. I started this morning in Walsall and would end it in Preston. I was just going to do the mile minimum run today when I reached Preston about 6pm. When I arrived at
