Last night, I ended my second running hiatus. I did a tentative two miles and suffered no extreme consequences. I popped ibuprofen, ran happily on the treadmill, did my physical therapy exercises (which looked ridiculously easy compared to the ninja-ball moves being performed by the intense lady next to me at the gym, but I swear my moves involve a lot of tough quad-clenching that is not immediately obvious to the naked eye), and came home to elevate and ice the knee. After all this, a girl's gotta eat!
So I iced, blogged, and showered, then whipped up a tasty tofu stir-fry with sugar snap peas and couscous (my guilty grain pleasure, due solely to speed of preparation).
brownies, three times the chocolate (twice the melted chocolate, and a generous pour of chocolate chips into the batter). The recipe is meant to make SIXTEEN servings. I will be lucky if I get 10.
And the knee verdict? Today, the day after my little two-mile run, my knee is sore. But it's a tolerable, somewhat dull ache, and it's better than it has been after running. So I am going to consider this progress, and I plan to stay off the knee for at least a few days. PT and cross-training are my friends; I just need to convince myself of this. Who would have ever thought that I would be addicted to running, rejecting the cardio machines in favor of a spin around the neighborhood? Not me. My next semi-short-term goal is to get a bike. If I can do a spin class, then I am pretty sure I can bike. I'll just have to learn all the rules of the road, and how exactly to use all those gears! We live one mile from the wonderful American River Parkway bike path, which runs from Sacramento to Folsom. How can I not take advantage of that?