My walk, last night. I had planned a hard three miles on Kickass Trail. Plans foiled by Husband who wasn't into that long a walk and wanted to do two on Normal Trail, instead. I'm glad that he did because physically I was in trouble, last night. My hips were hurting me so much, in spite of my pre walk dose of Advil. The top of my left foot was screaming at me. I tottered along like a busted down old cart horse on it's last legs, last night. It took me almost forty-five minutes to do that two miles.
We were down by the other gate near the end of Normal Trail and Husband asked me if I wanted him to hike back and get the Jeep and come pick me up, there. I am ashamed to admit that I actually seriously considered it. But I pressed on and finished my walk. And when we got home, I barely made it up the stairs.
What the fuck is the matter with me? I am so frustrated. I want to go, go, go and my body is betraying me. I hate this. I am finally getting my shit together and making serious, positive changes in my body, head and heart and I am breaking down. I think that the Kickass Trail done at a fast pace may be a little too much for me, right now. Maybe I need to dial back, slow down a little and not punish myself over a lot of hills. So, I am going to stick to Normal Trail for a while and when I feel ready for additional distance again I will get it in the flatter part of the beginning of Kickass. I need to press but I don't need to nearly debilitate myself to the point that I can't get up my stairs. lol
I am watching Design Star on HGTV. When are they going to kick Nina's bossy, one note ass out of that competition?
Well, I have laundry to finish, I need to make my bed and run my vacuum.
I'll see you all, later. :D