I had a different PT yesterday; she was all "Why aren't you running outside? And you think you're going to run a marathon in two weeks?" Grrrr. I wish they'd get their stories straight, since the other PT, the imfamous PAT, said the opposite, um, just last week.
In any case, just yesterday, and then last night, and then again when I woke up this morning, I thought: "Hmm, my leg isn't killing me anymore. I can walk down stairs without searing pain. I'm not limping!"
So, with my PT's OK, off I went this morning, filled with something akin to terror. I shuffled/ran for two miles. It hurt a little bit but not too much. I kept thinking: "Can I possibly do this for 26 miles in 2 weeks?" I stretched before and again when I got back in, and so far, no ill affects. Tomorrow I'll hit the elliptical again, then try another run on Thursday. Our last long group run is Saturday, eight miles. Not sure what to do about that yet. This is definitely an exercise in one day at a time.
In other news just in: I've been tagged by a. maria, (whose marathon is coming up fast!).
Here are the rules...
1. Go into your archives.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence (or the closest one to it)
4. Post the text of your sentence in your blog along with these rules.
5. Tag five other people.
My 23rd post (is that some reference to the 23rd psalm?? Hmmm...): "And That's a Wrap!"
Today's rest will ensure that I kill tomorrow night's 8K, or rather, 4.970969536-mile race, my very first.
See? It's always about rest with me. I've been resting my head off for the past three weeks.
Tagged next: Noames; Plods; Chris; Jack; and 21st Century Mom