Chronicling the adventures of a fleet-footed foodie and the journey to her first marathon and beyond
Monday, July 22, 2013
I couldn't resist but add a little bit of a retro kick to today's post. Yep, you got it baby, Flock of Seagulls! I'm an 80's child, what can I say? And the title? So fitting.
Yep, I ran...but I didn't run so far away. But I'll take it! I had my physio appointment today for my weekly check in and good news...I got the green light to start running again. Wahoooie! My physio said that he could tell I was doing my homework (yes, I'm puffing my chest out proudly as I type) and that my glutes are way stronger than they were when I first went in to see him. My hip and muscles have also loosened up considerably, thanks to tons of rollering and some very intense (in other words, super painful) work with a tennis ball. I have to go slow and build back up again a bit at a time, starting off with two to three kilometres running 5 and 1's, building up to a half hour of running and then go from there. Anxious to get at 'er, I raced home and jumped on the treadmill...I admit, it took all my willpower to not keep going but I ran 2K doing 5 and 1s as prescribed and I stopped. And...drumroll please...butt is feeling pretty good! So I'm hopeful I'm on the mend. I'm back to see him in two weeks, and then we'll see if I can start adding back lunges and squats and then hopefully I'll get the all clear. So I've got a bit of a ways to go to be fully recovered, but I'm gettin' there.