When I work out, I typically stick to weight lifting and occasional hiking. I find straight-forward aerobic activity to be tortuous and dull and have a long long looong history of doing whatever it takes to avoid it. This weekend I had my first aerobic victory-- followed by injury... or maybe just radical soreness.
Friday night my boyfriend took me out to have Italian for our early Valentine's date. I carbed up on a massive bowl of whole wheat pasta (followed by a pomegranate martini and wildberry sorbet.) Waking up this morning I thought a stout workout would be a good idea, if anything, to do some damage control and so I promptly hit the gym.
I went to the treadmill since I didn't have a lifting routine preplanned and didn't want to wing it. I then proceeded to run almost 4 miles (run, people!) with only a handful of very brief walking breaks. It may not sound like a big deal but you have to keep in mind, before today I have never ever run more than maybe a minute at a time before slowing to a walk. And I never do enough aerobics to built more stamina. And I loved it. In fact, I wish to God I could go run right now-- except that my body is screaming out in agony. Whoops.
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