Taking it easy and keeping moving seem to be working their magic, and my aches, pains and general seized upness seem to be retreating thank goodness. I thought I might have a run this morning, but then I thought maybe I should give it another day.
I spent the day at my desk catching up on all the work I've been putting off until I came home. and around 4.30 I made a cuppa. My husband said 'why don't we try running in the afternoon?'
This was a bit radical. Then I thought about it. It was a few hours since lunch and it looked lovely outside. We decided to leave it an hour so we could both finish stuff off.
The time flew by. I went upstairs to get changed but couldn't find my running gear. I had a tshirt and shoes but my leggings? Disappeared. Found a pair of board shorts that have seen better days. Regretted not having shaved my legs for weeks but hey, if I run fast enough nobody will notice, right? (They'll be too dazzled by the pasty whiteness of my winter flesh if they do try and look )
I was a bit worried as walking has been quite painful lately, but the brisk warm up on the way to our favourite fields didn't hurt at all. Neither did the run. Had a few familiar knee twinges but I'm used to them and know they can be ignored.
It's funny how there are gradations of pain. Familiar ones that you know won't get any worse unless something drastic happens, the ache of overuse of your muscles, the horrible types of pain that you know you've really done something silly and all the other little quirks by which our amazing bodies register their discontent.
We did 3km, just far enough to blow away the cobwebs. No pain when I stopped either, which is a massive improvement as I was hobbling after my run last week. I think I might be on the mend, but took a couple of paracetamol after dinner just to be on the safe side.
It feels so good to be back at it.