It’s just like old times: kickboxing, running and the gym. Except… yeah, it’s a lot harder than I remember it.
- Monday: Gym
- Tuesday: Kickboxing
- Wednesday: Pilates
- Thursday: Kickboxing
- Friday: Rest
- Saturday: Run
- Sunday: Rest
My triumphant return to kickboxing wasn’t horrible; in fact, I was pleasantly surprised that I could keep up for the full hour, however awkwardly. But the fallout came on Wednesday when I woke up and every single part of my body hurt. Have you ever been so sore that your hair follicles hurt? Neither had I until this week.
Fortunately for me, Mercy undid the damage that I’d done the day before, and I left her Pilates studio feeling like a whole new person. And then I went back to kickboxing on Thursday. I made it through 45 minutes of class before my aching foot and quivering legs got the best of me.
I ran on Saturday morning in the 50-degree fog. I’m still a long way from a 5K, but my goal for now is to just get out there and get more comfortable with my stride, with no pressure for run/walk ratios or pace. Eventually I’ll get to where I need to be.
This coming week is a travel week, so I’ll likely be trying to cram a week’s worth of workouts into three days before departing for the east coast on Thursday, Blizzard Fairy permitting.