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Too old for this...

[by Amanda]

As  I sit here and with this up I am trying to ignore the pain in my lower limbs. Yesterday, instead of quietly sitting and knitting a few hours before lunch, I decided to go for a run. When I say run, I mostly walk with a bit of running peppered in for fun. I am too out of shape to really run. This last year or so I have been really lax with my diet and especially exercising. I wanted to jump back on the bandwagon in a big way. 

I decided I was really going to push and decided to walk/run around both lakes at the park. One lake is 1.5 miles around and the other is 3.1 (I thought it was only 2.5 before yesterday). I set up the GPS tracker on my phone so I could see my pace, which was very slow, and set off. It took me an hour and a half to get around both lakes and I was just about dead. I knew driving home, I was going to be sore the next day and I was okay with that, I deserved it for pushing so hard my first day back. I just didn't take into account that evening.

 Me in my Monday evening roller skating uniform...

Me in my Monday evening roller skating uniform...

So that evening, the family went roller skating. Up until a couple of weeks ago, I hadn't had a pair of roller skates (quad skates for the cool kids) on my feet in about 20 years. Well, let  me tell you, it's like riding a bike, you don't really forget how to skate.

For some reason last night skating was hard, I don't know if it was the fact I had run myself into the ground earlier in the day or I had a wonky pair of skates. Either way I was tired and when my daughter went down for the billionth time that night, I some how went down with her. It was super dramatic, I heard the collective wince of the entire rink as I went down. I just sat there, my whole body hurt, I wasn't sure if I could even get back up. I got my daughter up and I slowly got myself up. I noticed a bit of lingering pain in my right ankle, but nothing I could walk off. We kept skating for a bit more and then headed home. All in all a fun night. 

This morning, not so much. I can barely walk, the stiffness in my legs is amazing. Every step I take my legs just protest, they are very upset with me. I think today I am going to sit and knit quietly and maybe my legs will forgive me. 

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