Originally I was going to blog about how good I am at procrastinating and wasting very valuable time on my weekends of no work and how I think wasting as much time as possible should be a blog challenge soon.
Then I woke up this morning for the first morning in well over 5ish weeks with little hip pain and did a happy dance. Literally. I did a little jig, drank coffee, ate oatmeal and went on a walk. All with close to no hip pain.
Nothing is better than black coffee in the morning.
It was so hard not to break into running stride on my walk this morning. I know that the little big pup I am watching right now would have loved to run as well. But, I just couldn’t get myself to break into stride. I was trying to be a “smart” runner.
I went through out my day being very, very careful not to irritate my hip. I thought that for sure I would get the awful pain sometime, but it never came.
Muddy. Being muddy is not my favorite thing in the world.
I gave into my “I am dying to run” thoughts and laced up my trails shoes and went and met the Dirty Herd for a trail run. To my disbelieve I never got any bad hip pain.
It is still hard for me to believe that my hip didn’t hurt so bad that the pain made me stop running and even harder for me not to run too far or too fast tonight. I only ran 2 miles, but it was the best “come back” run I could have done!
The trails were super muddy. I even managed to run right out of my shoe in a mud hole.
My white socks now look like a late spilled on them.
Mud was everywhere. My new clean trail shoes are no longer new clean trail shoes. They are now “real” trail shoes.
Now that this post is almost the length of a novel, I will stop rambling.
I am hoping for a few more “come back” runs this week. It will take everything in me not to run the heck out of my week.