I was nervous to try practicing yoga, but when I got over the fear and tried, I found that I could. It reminded me of so many moments growing up and maturing. I was often the kid who didn’t think I could do something, but when someone got me to try, I loved it…or years after trying, I would get over myself and try again with an attitude that I could do it. And then I could. That’s how it was with hiking mountains, indoor rock climbing and even running. So knowing that I could practice yoga again meant that I should responsibly try some other activities. But my sneakers were all worn out from too many miles. The ball of my left foot breaks down sneakers pretty quickly and I didn’t want to start getting back to activity without supportive sneakers to give me proper alignment under my recovering knee.
This of course spiraled though.
New supportive sneakers, which I jogged briefly in for the girl at Marathon Sports, felt great. And made me want to run. So I tried as soon as I got home.
If my blog had emoticons, I would insert an angel face here.
Slow and flat were my criteria. So I walked to the bike path and started with a two minute jog, then started walking again. I didn’t time my walks, but just went with my instinct. When I was ready, I jogged again. After two two-minute jogs, I was winded. I haven’t felt this out of shape in a long, long time. So i decreased the jogs to one minute each and did four more.
8 minutes is worth celebrating when it’s the longest you have run in a while, or ever. Milestones are milestones.
I haven’t run since and, honestly, I don’t plan to. My knee wasn’t sore after, but it swelled up a bit and the swelling is the my main concern right now. But at least my temptation to run is (temporarily) suppressed.