I had my second Graston appointment yesterday afternoon. It hurt a little bit more than last week...but only because he had to go over the places that bruised last time.
Now I have two layers of bruising. Some that are going from purple to green.....and some new ones going from red to purple on top.
I'm like Joseph's Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat.....just without all the cool songs and costumes! :-)
Right after my appointment, my original physical therapist from this year wanted me to come talk to her. Apparently she'd been talking to my doc since I saw her last, and they had some "instructions" for me.
1) No hills.....none......zero elevation change......NO hills
Well hell....I live on a hill....in a hilly part of town. That means I either have to run around the block over and over, drive somewhere somewhat flat, or hit the (ugh) dreadmill.
2) No mileage. I did two miles on Tuesday, and the information literally made her eyebrows raise. I'm not to run more than 2 miles the next time I run either, even if it feels like I'm fine.
Crap! How the heck am I supposed to build mileage for my half in September if I'm running two miles at a time? I asked her about the 10% increase....and she begrudgingly said it was ok.
3) No running two days in a row. Period.
Sorry Mr. Higdon, but your half training plan I used last year is out. Out like popped collars and layering different colors of socks.
There you have it. I've been muzzled, so to speak. I'm on a leash, and it's a short one.
But.....on the brighter side....two miles at a time without pain is much better than no miles, or miles WITH pain. I'll take it.
Fow now. :-)
So....on to the title of my post today.
I got up early to workout. For the first time in what seems like months and months.
But it wasn't just "5:15- go run 4 miles" early. It was "4:30, because spin class starts at 5:15 and it's 30 minutes away" early.
4 flippin' 30.
Even our pup, Sam, wondered what the heck I was doing that early. (If you let her sleep in bed with you, she doesn't wake you up a million times in the middle of the night.)
I got to class at exactly 5:15...couldn't have timed it better if I'd tried.
55 minutes of spin.
Cycling just isn't my thing it seems. I mean, I can do it, but I just don't have as much fun as I do with running. There's just something about moving across the ground, without extra equipment. Just you and your shoes.
Maybe it's just because I'm afraid of falling off the darned thing.
(No, not the spin bike.)
Even though I've had a run-in with potholes, while running....on a bike, they seem even more dangerous.
Dealing with traffic while on a bike seems worse than when running as well.
I'm sure cyclists out there reading this are shaking their heads at me now. Maybe I just need a cycling mentor....or "cycling for dummies" support group? :-) :-) :-)
But anyway, back to the spin class this morning. I pushed myself.....but I didn't kill myself. I dripped with sweat, got my heart rate up, burned some calories, and am glad I got up for it.
That's what counts, right?
Plus, I get to run again tomorrow. I have THAT to look forward to!!!!!! :-)
55:48, 669 calories, avg hr 163, max hr 187