It’s not been pretty, but I think I can officially claim that I’m back in the workout grove. (Ish.)
Remember a million years ago when Zack and I got our barefoot shoes and we were going to revolutionize our lives and do the Couch-2-5K and all that? Well, Zack revolutionized his life. I did day 1 and then almost died every time I had to walk for the next two weeks.
At first, I thought I was the world’s biggest wuss. I was dying as a result of our run and Zack was not. It’s not like he’s got any experience running in these stupid barefoot shoes, you know? So I thought that (for once!) we were going to be EVEN STEVEN. I thought we were going to have a learning curve that we could straighten out together! It was going to rule. Until it didn’t rule. And then it was THE WORST. I knew my calves were weak sauce but GAH. I didn’t even know the pain that could be felt on the backside of one’s legs. I know now.
After 2 weeks passed and the pain, especially in my left calf, was not going away, I decided that there was something bad wrong. Clearly a.) I was dealing with some sort of an injury, as evidenced by the sharp shooting pains, and b.) I was doin’ it wrong.
Apparently, barefoot running’s constant preaching about abandoning the heel-strike does not (NOT) mean that you should pretend you are a ballerina running the first day of C-2-5K en pointe.
I’ve been using my 5fingers since then, but mostly only to take Scout on walks and/or embarrass myself in social situations. Neither of those activities hurt my calves.
But then, over the weekend, everything changed. Zack bought us tickets to Hawaii. We’re going in August (and our house won’t be empty, robbers, so back off) to celebrate my graduation from nursing school. Going to Hawaii in August means that I need to come to grips with reality and finally deal with the fact that the only way I’m ever going to look like an airbrushed movie star supermodel (I have realistic expectations) is if I, you know, actually DO SOMETHING ACTIVE. And wearing the 5fingers around the house and being like, “AREN’T THESE WEIRD?” isn’t exactly melting off the pounds, you know?
So yesterday, I did some yoga in the hottest room in our house. Today, I took Scout for a walk, and I ran a little bit. I probably just ran about 1/2 a mile of the 2 mile walk (which I completed in 26 minutes, so we were booking it when we were walking, I am totally 90 years old and a power-walker, shutup) and my calves aren’t screaming bloody murder! I assume the reason my calves don’t hate me right now is because I didn’t run the entire half-mile on my tippy-toes like I did last time. That probably helped. Anyway. If you’re counting, that’s TWO DAYS IN A ROW. Practically a HABIT. If I can just keep this up for the next 90-or-so days, I’m TOTALLY going to look like one of those 19 year old babes trying out for SYTYCD this season. TOTALLY.