Boy! What was I thinking??? What made me believe it was okay to go running for half an hour in this heat and humidity? We even waited until 8pm, but it was like breathing in and running through treacle! π₯΅
Just before my buddy turned up, I had a rather balletic accident, involving my dogβs well-gnawed bone. In walking through to the tiled dining room, I didnβt spot said bone, but stepped on it. It proceeded to slide across the tiled floor, resulting in me gracefully sinking onto my right knee, with a resounding thud. π€¬ My first thought was βAm I going to be able to run after this?β. (What the hell has happened to me, when that would be my first thought???) I gingerly picked myself up, a rather slow process, as I am arthritic and not as spry as I used to be. There was no visible injury, so I thought I was good to go.
Anyway, I ran for thirty minutes, going EXTREMELY slowly, with the occasional sprint (for me) between lampposts. Both knees hurt, as did my left groin and left sacroiliac joint. I will pay for this tomorrow, mark my words. But, I DID it!
Moral of the story is: A gnawed bone may be your downfall, but it neednβt stop you from running. π¦΄