Based on doctor’s orders (no, really) I bought new sneakers.
Look at that! They’re so pretty. The guy had a look at my feet and my stance, then selected a few shoes based on what I would need (support, and lots of it!). For each pair I tried, I hopped on a treadmill and did a bit of a run. A camera behind the treadmill recorded how I ran and how my feet were landing – this was not a flattering angle by any means, but it was interesting to see. I’m all over the place! Which he didn’t seem too concerned with, so I’m guessing it’s fairly normal for running nOObs.
End result: new shoes! I love them. I look totes pro, bru (I’m learning this generation’s speak via my niece’s FB, and apparently talking like a Kiwi with an English chav inflection is the in-thing. Also, starting to date at 13, calling each other ‘babe’ and declaring true love forever is in. Not doing duck face in photos is out).
Also based on doctor’s orders, I was permitted to try a little bit of a run (once I’d warmed up on the elliptical first). Now…the problem is, this pain in my leg has been such a constant thing that now I don’t even know if I’m feeling it, or if I’m convincing myself that I’m feeling it when I’m actually not. So of course, my warm up on the elliptical I swore I could feel it, walking around the gym to the weights section I swore I could feel it, and when I stretched a little bit I swore I could feel it. But, nevertheless, I jumped on that treadmill (carefully, lest it hurt) and had a go, armed with instructions to only do an easy jog for 1-2km and already certain I was in pain.
I made it about 1km before I convinced myself I could definitely feel a bit of a twinge and should probably stop. Still not entirely sure if there or in my mind, but nevertheless, I gave it a go and next week I’ll hopefully give it a better go!
In relation to study, this week is slightly hellish. I’m exhausted (getting up at 8 and coming home nearly 12 hours later kills me, I’m such a wieney), and the idea of once again revising the upper and lower limbs only to forget it all (again!) tomorrow is not appealing.
PS. But my back is better!