Today was the first day working out on my own while I build my sponsorship pool to be able to rejoin a gym. Reggie and I put on our bright reflective gear and headed out for a run. Instead of the .7 mile loop I've done with him in the past, I decided to try another longer route since I've got that 3.1 mile Trick or Trot next week. We were about .25 mile away from the house when I stepped on the edge of the pavement and CRACK, I was down on the ground rocking back and forth cradling my twisted ankle while still trying to hold on to my exuberant shepherd/husky mix. There were no street lamps, no light from nearby residences just Reggie and I in the darkness almost exactly across from where Kaytlyn Cooper was fatally struck by a car a year ago. As I sit there pondering my options I was glad I brought my phone which was something I never did for bootcamp. I was thankful I knew of at least one friend that was nearby and awake at this ungodly hour if I couldn't put any weight on my ankle. The initial pain and shock subsided and I pulled my self to my feet. I started taking a few steps back home when I made the decision to walk it off. By the time I reached Lakewood and Golfview I was at a slow jog and found that it actually felt better than walking. This could possibly be because I put more weight on my toes when jogging or maybe my plantar fasciitis was more distracting while running. Reggie and I took Westminster on account of it having one of the few sidewalks in this town. I think we may have startled a few bootcampers when our paths converged on Westminster. Though he made no sound, maybe he gave them the evil eye because they stopped dead in their tracks. I decided we better cross to the other side of the road in case anyone wanted to run faster than us. When we got to the corner of Lakewood and Westminster I thought it best we walked the dangerous narrow and winding shoulder until we got back to Golfview. From there I fartlekked (walk/jog) the way back while Reggie outright farted lol. We made it, the whole 2.25 miles! As long as my ankle heals I feel encouraged about completing that 5k next week. I decided the combination of the trauma and the fear of being hit by a car burned enough calories for today.
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Twist And Shout
Today was the first day working out on my own while I build my sponsorship pool to be able to rejoin a gym. Reggie and I put on our bright reflective gear and headed out for a run. Instead of the .7 mile loop I've done with him in the past, I decided to try another longer route since I've got that 3.1 mile Trick or Trot next week. We were about .25 mile away from the house when I stepped on the edge of the pavement and CRACK, I was down on the ground rocking back and forth cradling my twisted ankle while still trying to hold on to my exuberant shepherd/husky mix. There were no street lamps, no light from nearby residences just Reggie and I in the darkness almost exactly across from where Kaytlyn Cooper was fatally struck by a car a year ago. As I sit there pondering my options I was glad I brought my phone which was something I never did for bootcamp. I was thankful I knew of at least one friend that was nearby and awake at this ungodly hour if I couldn't put any weight on my ankle. The initial pain and shock subsided and I pulled my self to my feet. I started taking a few steps back home when I made the decision to walk it off. By the time I reached Lakewood and Golfview I was at a slow jog and found that it actually felt better than walking. This could possibly be because I put more weight on my toes when jogging or maybe my plantar fasciitis was more distracting while running. Reggie and I took Westminster on account of it having one of the few sidewalks in this town. I think we may have startled a few bootcampers when our paths converged on Westminster. Though he made no sound, maybe he gave them the evil eye because they stopped dead in their tracks. I decided we better cross to the other side of the road in case anyone wanted to run faster than us. When we got to the corner of Lakewood and Westminster I thought it best we walked the dangerous narrow and winding shoulder until we got back to Golfview. From there I fartlekked (walk/jog) the way back while Reggie outright farted lol. We made it, the whole 2.25 miles! As long as my ankle heals I feel encouraged about completing that 5k next week. I decided the combination of the trauma and the fear of being hit by a car burned enough calories for today.
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