Both my hamstring and knee have “been pain free” for three days now both with and without compression support. Therefore, It’s time to get back on the road. Or treadmill. The jury’s still out on where exactly it is that I’m going to test the rehabbedness of my leg.
The recently discovered Treadmill Hater in me is jumping up and down chanting “Hit The Road! Hit The Road!” The part of me who still remembers the agony of limping along for-what-seemed-like-ever a week ago Thursday night keeps raising her hand from the back of the classroom saying “Ummm… What if ‘It’ happens again and you’re miles away from the car and have to do that limping/wincing/stabbing pain thing again?! Huh? What about that Miss Road Hitter?” What we have heayuh is a failyuh to reach a decision.
I’m doing what any intelligent, level-headed, human being would do: I’m letting the weather be my guide!
If it’s cold and rainy that’s my “sign” that tomorrow afternoon’s six miles (with the possibility of expanding to eight) will take place on the (dreaded) treadmill. Thank God for Audiobooks!
If it’s only cold, but not rainy, we’ll be hitting our favorite local running/biking trail.
I think that’s a perfectly reasonable ‘coin toss’.
I’m both excited and a little nervous about this whole thing.
I WANT to be running again, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little afraid of feeling that “twinge” at the back of my knee again. I’m at T-minus 29 days and counting to my first Half Marathon and I really want to run more of it than I walk.
It’s going to be just fine Julianne.
That’s what I keep telling myself.