My mind was made up, no more willy-nilly running. I was prepared to ramp up my mileage a bit and get at least 4 weekday runs in. I was, promise.
Monday was GREAT. I ran 5 miles that morning, then did Jillian's 30 Day Shred later that day. I was feeling like slightly lukewarm stuff.
I should have run early Tuesday morning--note key words should have. Instead, I planned on running later in the day. While A. was at school I had a wild hair to mop the kitchen floor.
Soon I found myself in one of those "I've fallen and I can't get up," commercials. Seems I slipped and went SPLAT on the kitchen floor. Ouch. Seriously though, it wasn't that bad, but I did bang my side, my arm, my knee and my foot viciously as I went down.
Needless to say there was no running Tuesday or Wednesday. My week-o-running was not turning out as I had planned.
Thursday I was determined to at least move in some form or fashion, so I soon found myself here...
on one of these. (Have y'all seen these? It's an elliptical, but it moves a little bit differently, more bounce I think.)
I plan to repeat that routine today, maybe even testing my foot on the treadmill. Maybe. It's still pretty sore across the top, so we'll see.
Since this week did not quite become mine, next week better watch out.