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oh my gracious. what a week it's been. we've continued our 'Couch-to-5K' routine, and all I can say is wow. Ow. I mean, good and all but holy moly what has happened to me?! I've apparently seriously neglected my body in the past... oh, year and a half, and much like a friend who's been blown off one too many times, this girl is ticked. and rickety. I'm not kidding, between the running and reading who knows how many pages of narration to accompany economics and accounting courses this week, as well as a training course on 'fatigue prevention' for an energy company thrown in for good measure, my body/mind is having a tough time of it. I should invest in aspirin. and then we bowled today with a group from church, which was a great time and I loved it. except for the part when, after I'd thrown a killer strike, I did a super-cool, excited, dorky pseudo-cheerleader jump with a twist of exultation... and felt something in my back say 'Hell No.' um, yes, I heard it CLEARLY. of course, I'm way too cool to be the old lady who grabs her back and starts moaning and causing a scene. so I jump around some more to convince everyone how awesome and young and spry I am. that sounds so sad, but it's true! I just sucked it up, affixed a smile to the front of my head, carefully sat down, and nonchalantly felt around to make sure a rib wasn't poking out of my back or anything. and then, because I am a genius, I bowled some more. see how tough I am, Coach Daddy?! I can totally play hurt! my second game was definitely not as good as my first, but HELLO. I was SECRETLY INJURED.




we left the bowling alley and came home. I grabbed one of those fantastic aromatherapy hot pads you heat up in the microwave, and hobbled to the bed. where M wanted me to rub his knee. Knee was apparently also surprised and a little peeved at being asked to bowl today. M eventually proclaimed that we had to go do our run for the day. we were supposed to do it this morning, you see, but the alarm went off and cuddles & pancakes just sounded better to us back then. lesson learned - though I am NOT a morning person, it really is good to get the running portion of the day over with early, before you're tired and broken down. check. mental note made and circled in red. we went to the park, where I gingerly stretched and wondered if I would make it a lap. walking. it's a valid concern - I'm telling you, communication between the body and I has been pretty hostile the past five or so days. we took off around the track... and though it wasn't easy, or pretty, I did the whole thing. and my back seemed to loosen up the more I breathed (gasped for air) and relaxed into it. at the end of our 20-30 minutes of alternating walking/running - that may not seem very long, but it is a 'Couch-to-5K' and we're working our way up - we high-fived and staggered to the car. I forget how it came up, but the words 'hot tub' were mentioned and then there was a lot of affirmative grunting and before we knew it, we had plans to meet M's parents for dinner and then go back to their house for the bubbly soak. I had a delectable veggie plate... that wasn't as healthy as it sounds, but whatever, there was bowling AND running today, and the Bells have a flipping fantastic hot tub. as the jets hit my back, my eyes rolled around in my head and the word 'riches' tumbled out toward my husband, who was angling around to get his hips worked out.

now we're back home - he's in the bedroom reading, and here I am blogging the discovery of physical limitation and age. sigh. I'm sure I'll have some very wise observations to make as all of this continues and we keep on 'keepin' on' in search of good health. the truth is, it was a really wonderful day, and I love my life. but no joke, I need an aspirin and the bed.

*whisper* and the heatpad*