I’m not good at running. I will never claim to be a runner. . . EVER.
Last night I told Grant I wanted to go jogging with him this morning. At 7:34 (I dislike getting up) I rolled out of bed and got prepped up to go jogging. This wasn’t so bad, it was brisk, sunny and dew covered in Leazes Park. We started off walking, and as we passed the fisherman guy at the pond (wtf is he fishing for?) we started to jog. Keep in mind my knees aren’t used to this, and my ankle doesn’t like it either. We got a couple hundred yards and I had to stop. We had two more bursts like this before I opted to head in and shower. I need to slowly introduce my body to a workout. I’m not going to do jogging like I did crew. This involved barely anything 3 days a week at the rowing club (compared to college rowing) to sudden 6 days a week of intensive workouts and weights. Hence the blaring tendinitis and sore ankle.
The rest of today (which I will update later):
Woolworths and the Salvation Army
Relaxation and SLEEP
That is how my day shall go. I am already feeling like this will be a long day and I won’t be surprised if I crash around 8 pm.
I crashed at 9 last night, who knows what tonight will do to me.
Anyways, time to go make breakfast and see if Grant is all cleaned up and ready to go.