As I re-read my last post, I just shook my head thinking to myself, "Gawd, Sarah, you sound like some kind of junkie. 'Please, I'll do whatever. I don't care.... just give me a taste of what I want! I'll do anything!!'"
Well, maybe not anything...
OK, who are we kidding? I would have done just about anything, including squatting as low as I can go.
Today, I got my fix.
I had another physio session at the end of which, Tim said I could start the walk/run program.
"Today?" I asked, salivating like a famished animal. I almost had to wipe the drool off my chin.
"You mean, like... right now? I can go to the track when I leave here?" I just wanted to be clear...
"Yeah... sure." He said it casually, like it was nothing. To me, it was the best news I'd had in weeks.
I just about bolted out of there without saying good-bye. I think I said bye... but I can't really remember...
I zipped back to the locker room, dumped my jacket, stuck my hair up and high tailed it back to the fitness centre. (The physio clinic is located in the same building as the gym at the university, in case you're wondering...)
Saw my trainer, Chris, as I was headed for the stairs up to the track. I smiled, but didn't stop to chat today. He probably wondered what the hell is up with me, since I haven't been pestering him for a training session...
Oh well, I know I've got some sessions banked. I'm sure once he's dealt with the "New Year's Resolution crowd", he'll slot in his regulars again... In the meantime, I'll leave him to deal with the January mob. I have other things to do!
I got to the track and noted that my heart rate was above 100 as soon as I started monitoring it. This is unusual for me... I had trouble getting it up when I was swimming and walking... The fact that it was over 100 before I even started made me chuckle. I guess I was excited or something...!! (Hee hee!)
Anyway... 4.5 minutes of walking, followed by 30 seconds of running. Six times, for a total of half an hour.
That's all I got to do... 30 seconds of running, once every five minutes.
Not much, is it?
But it's more than I've done in a month. And it felt great!!!
Of course, I was supposed to focus on form, foot placement, which muscles I was using and so on.
Really I did.
But I was so excited I could hardly breathe, let alone concentrate.
After a half hour... my knee was a little swollen and I was aware of it, but it was not what I'd call painful. Not at all!
No knee pain!!
Can you tell I'm on a bit of a high?
Good fix. Much needed fix.
(I cannot believe it's the same person writing this as the girl was who almost quit the gym at the beginning of the fall semester because she was too intimidated. Who the hell is this new woman, anyway??)