Slow and steady wins the race.....On Friday I met my good friend Beth at the beach for a jog. Now I know that I said I was slow at this jogging stuff...but it turns out that Beth is even slower than me. Now before you think that I am dissing her....let me continue. We start out and I hold myself back so that we can jog side by side and am feeling pretty good about myself...thinking I must be improving. About 10-15 minutes goes by and Beth is still consistently running, talking away. I am getting a bit short of breath. 25 minutes into the jog and I can no longer speak and my calves are seizing up. Beth is jogging along quite easily. I am the one who has to stop and walk. After a rest I am able to jog along with her, carrying on a conversation. 40 minutes and I notice that we have gone much farther than I can usually go and we continue on. 50 minutes and my calves are not unbearable and I am sort of able to speak....briefly... and we have jogged the entire beach trail from Beer Can Beach to the wall at the end of Seacliff. Amazing!
The bad thing about this last week is the trouble I am having with my feet falling asleep after about 30-40 minutes. Not just tingling but absolutely asleep. It was terribly frustrating on Sunday when jogging with the training group. I tried to keep running - but decided it was better to walk and look like Frankenstein to avoid falling over my own feet and planting my face on the ashphalt. I tried loosening the laces of my shoes and then unlacing them entirely over the tops of my feet. Nothing worked and it took 10 minutes for them to work normally again. I walked back to the meeting place...discouraged...frustrated...mad...and very much last.
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