Mile 1 sucks.
I always give myself at least a mile to get moving, to get through the creaks and groans and get my muscles nice and loose. I usually need this first mile to wake up, as well, especially during early morning runs.
Once I'm done with that first mile I am good to go. It's true, nine times out of ten if I start to feel in the zone I'll check my mileage and yep, sure enough one mile has passed.
The good news about this is I know my body. I know what my legs feel like when they feel good.
The bad news is I know my body so I also know when it feels bad, when there's something wrong with it.
There is something wrong with my left leg.
I attempted a run this morning. After limping through the first mile, Inner Meg started yelling louder than normal "Hey, idiot, you're not supposed to LIMP while you run!" And after limping only slightly less once I made it past said first mile I started listening to Inner Meg who was standing on her feet, waving her arms around and hollering at me, "STOP BEFORE YOU SERIOUSLY HURT YOURSELF!"
So I stopped.
|Those are some ugly, painful splits|
The bad news is, I can't run.
It feels like the universe is fucking with me (sorry about the language, I'm kinda pissed off right now) because my Garmin comes in today. Today.
I am giving myself a week of rest, a week of ABSOLUTELY NO RUNNING (I mean it, if you happen to drive by and see me out running feel free to throw a bottle at me), to recuperate and see what's what. After a week I'll test things out and if necessary will take more time off. This blows. Seriously, seriously blows. I am mad at myself and my body because, damnit, I was getting into a routine here and I honestly think it was working.
Now I am bummed about this. And my usual response to being bummed about my body is to eat my weight in carbs. I will not do that, no sirree. I am going to find other ways to workout. Any tips or suggestions?