I was all ready to go with K for a ride to the Admiralty Park trail this morning, but then the skies opened. K likes riding in the rain, but I like not being sick better, so he went without me. I’m sure he’ll come back all happy, wet and muddy. I’m quite content to stay home this morning because this week is the first week I’ve managed to run at least three times. My distance and speed are still nothing to shout about, but trust me when I say it’s quite an achievement for me to even be able to run longer distances at all! K has been running with me, although at the speed I run, he can …
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Baby steps.
Or should I say, micro-preemie steps. I wanted to go for a run yesterday night, but K was exhausted and decided that he was going to bed at 10pm. He decreed that it was “not safe” for me to go running alone – not sure whether he was worried I would collapse after 100 metres or about unsavoury characters in the neighbourhood – so I ended up sitting in front of Glee and stitching until midnight after reading up about how to get started on a running routine for fitness. This morning, he informs me that we will start tonight, but that I will “walk 1 minute, run 1 minute” and do seven repetitions of that. “So only 14 minutes?” …
