Much, that is. I’m too tired to blog much. Crazy lady that I am, I ran on Tuesday instead of waiting another month or so for my shoulder to finish healing. I’m dreading the recriminations from my physical therapist tomorrow. Sigh. I had to start running again. The stairmaster, while a worthy machine for vague vertical motion, doesn’t really work the body with enough vigor.
I want to lose weight, so I must run. I want to get back into shape, so I must run.
But damn if it doesn’t hurt tonight. Yeah, my shoulder hurts like a bear, but it’s the legs that have totally betrayed me. I used to be able to do this without bitching about it later.
So I’m sorry for complaining–it’s self-inflicted. But then again, so was your decision to surf to this site. Seeeeeee, seeeee! I’m filled with the milk of human kindness for pointing that out. Yeah. It’s the pain talking.
Ibuprofin and then I’m done for the evening. Only, I know it’s going to hurt again on Friday when I run again, despite the advice of my therapist…you’ve been warned.
