Lack of activity destroys the good condition of every human being, while movement and methodical physical exercise save it and preserve it.
Yesterday, I set out to finally – after three weeks – complete Day 3 of Week 7 of the Couch to 5k training program that I began on January 1. I had been completely each week, well, weekly, until week 7. I ran Day 1, then went out of town and opted not to run while I was gone. A week later, on a Wednesday, I ran Day 2, and it was rough, but I managed to run the whole thing. I went to the doctor the next day because my hip had been acting up for about a month and I knew I had bursitis in my hip again (I had it in 2008 when I training for my first-ever 5k, too). He gave me a shot of cortisone in my hip and forbid me from exercising until the following Monday. No worries.
Well. Sunday I decided to finally give up caffeine again. Which I know I also said more than a year ago. And then promptly didn’t do. Ultimately, I was drinking at least one soda every day, and sometimes much more. My migraines were back, and now caffeine wasn’t even working to make them go away – which is exactly what the doctor who ordered me to quit caffeine in 2008 in the first place told me would happen. So I decided to do it again, for real this time. I knew I was in for several days of withdrawal headaches, but I had no idea how bad they would be. Starting Sunday afternoon (I last had caffeine Saturday at lunch time), I had a severe migraine every day this past week through Thursday. By the time I left work Monday and Wednesday, my usual weekday running days, I was nearly incapacitated, and running was totally out of the question. (The good news is, I’m 8 days caffeine-free; even at my worst moment this past week, I refused to give in.)
Yesterday, after a brief period of lacking motivation, I went out to finally complete Day 3 at around 2 in the afternoon. Holy shit. My legs were like lead, and I had to walk after only THREE minutes. I walked for a minute, then ran again, telling myself I could walk again in 5 minutes. I didn’t even make it that long. I looked at my heart rate monitor and it was at 190! No wonder I felt like I wanted to throw up. I continued on this way, never running more than 5 minutes at a time because my heart rate got back up to 190. At one point, I was sure I was going to have to give up and just limp home. But I finally managed to get my breathing under control and ended up running probably very close to 75%.
I was so disappointed in myself, but, when I was walking home, I realized that, not only had I not run in 10 days, I also hadn’t eaten since 9:30 that morning, and all I’d had were some scrambled eggs and clementines. No carbs for fuel. Dummy.
Anyway, another thing I’ve realized lately is that since I started running, I’ve mostly neglected all other forms of exercise. A few times I’ve done arm weights when I’ve come in from running, and two or three times, I swung by the gym for an elliptical session, and once I did Zumba. But for the most part, running was it. I’ve watched Lydia training for her half-marathon, and her progress pictures show that cross-training is really paying off for her. I need to work weight training and other forms of exercise into my routine, too. So, here’s my plan for this week:
Monday: Run – Week 8/Day 1
Tuesday: elliptical and weight circuit (upper and lower)
Wednesday: Run – Week 8/Day 2
Thursday: elliptical and weight circuit (upper and lower)
Friday: off (optional Zumba class)
Saturday: Run – Week 8/Day 3 and weight circuit (upper and lower)
Does that look ok? Should I split up the upper and lower body weight circuits? I thought since there’s a day off in between that should be ok, but I’m open to suggestions. I really wish I could swim; that is hands-down my favorite exercise. I am going to look in to community pools and see what turns up.