Hate To Exercise

Early November 2021

Would like to point out, this even happened in the week prior to the meltdown.

So turns out that going for a run on Sunday (when I say run, I mean jog-a-walk-a-run), then spending 2 days tottering around in 4 inch stilettos, having not fully recovered from said run, and equally being out of practice of walking high-heels after 18 months sitting on a sofa (obviously not literally as demonstrated by this diary), but anyway – turns out, that going for another run within 48 hours

Not A Very Good Idea – well, not if you’re as unfit, and unaccustomed to exercise as me.

If anyone questions whether I can claim to be unaccustomed to exercise after 18 months of on-and-off training, then the answer is YES. I can. I still hate it, with a passion so strong, that it is unequal to anything I do like doing!

As per previous – my jog-a-walk-a-run route is 4.2kms approximately. Well roughly 2.6kms into it, the stress on my legs – top to bottom was so bad, I was in so much pain, I’m not kidding when I say I was nearly crying. Actually, there is no nearly about it, I was crying in pain. Thankfully I’m now not so stupid, and I did not try to continue the session, fearing that if I do, I might do more damage and it wasn’t me simply working through the pain. So at 2.6kms I gave up.

The final 1.7kms walking back to get home were not fun.

I wasn’t dressed for a walk, I was dressed for a run. It was fricking cold.

Then the sky decided to cry and I got rained on!

My legs didn’t stop from cramping and hurting, and by the time I got back to my front-door I was limping, and no word of a lie crying from discomfort.

So there. That’s my latest fling with exercise.

I hate it. You know, just in case I haven’t said it before.

Humph.

Well, it’s November 24th. And it’s back to writing diary entries about the original topic and purpose. Exercise!

Remember this post – November Challenge. Failed abysmally! I mean, some of the previous entries are an excuse – neigh, an explanation for the failure, but still….

Am I surprised to say that we both (S and I) did abysmally on our challenge? No. Although for a change – unusually – we both have valid reasons, which are not work related. Well, one of my reasons isn’t valid – I know that. I spent 3 days nursing a hang-over after a visit from some friends.

Shortly after that incident, S & myself couldn’t align our diaries to do our HIIT sessions at the same time, but somehow or another I got into routine with running. Yeah, don’t ask me how. I’m still surprised myself. I was doing ok – until I buggered up my legs. More on that in another letter. That put me out of action for nearly a week.

In a meantime, S contracted fricking C19, and even though she’s double-jabbed, she’s rather poorly.

And then of course there is the meltdown session. Strangely as it seems, I did keep up some exercise – running and walking, through those weeks. Actually now that I think about it, I wonder whether it was the walking that helped to pick me back up again so quickly. IT was definitely the walking session the day after that helped with my happy box recovery………. Hmmmm.

Anyway, not dwelling…..

So that’s our exercise efforts in November down the drain from just about every angle.

It hasn’t been a total loss, I will own that, but still – all best laid plans, as they say.

Stilettos

November Challenge update