Yesterday, having set my alarm for 6am to get to the gym in time for Boot Camp, I thought I’d give myself a lie in this morning. I set my alarm for 8 with the plan to run early and have enough time to eat, wash my hair and get ready for work at a leisurely pace.
Alarm went off at 8am.
I pressed SNOOZE every 9 minutes until after 10am. Whatever.
I didn’t go back to sleep, but I was too tired to get up. Not to mention the fact that my legs are hurting SO FRIGGIN MUCH.
Yesterday, Jos (@JosSmart) told me about DOMS (that’s Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness for us non-fitness-freaks). By last night, whenever I moved, my thighs, my calves and my glutes were killing me. This morning they feel like they’re made of stone and are totally non-compliant with my body. I don’t have to move for them to hurt. They just do. In the words of Mama Whasian, Jo (@FUERTESKNIGHT), JESUS EFF!
Let me tell you what hurts:
Walking down stairs.
Walking up stairs.
Climbing in and out of the bathtub.
Bending down to wash and cream my legs.
Stepping onto the bus.
Sitting down on the bus.
Getting up from my seat on the bus.
And so on and so forth…
This pain is ridiculous. What makes it worse is the fact that this is totally my doing. I’m making myself do this. DAMN ALL YOU FABULOUS RUNNERS AND ALL THIS PEER PRESSURE! I SHOULD JUST QUIT AND RUN AWAY.
Joking. I’m not quitting. I’m in a good mood. I’m nearly enjoying this. Nearly. This morning’s run was good. I didn’t stop and it huuuurrrrrrrrrt. Good for me. One whole mile. Eye roll. Although I knocked 2 seconds off my fastest mile and did it in 10.15, which is tres amazing because I set out with the sole intention to take it slow because I knew it would hurt. I have to run two miles without stopping on Sunday.
I’ve drawn up my training plan by the way. It’s messy, but I know what I need to be achieving and by when, which is the main thing. I’ll draw up a neat one and post it so you can see what I’m rattling on about and hopefully give me some feedback if you know your running and training stuff.
I have to go be amazing at work now with presentations and general fabulosity until 9pm. And then wake up at the crack of butt tomorrow for another Boot Camp session. I deserve extra cake today, it’s decided.