It hurts to walk. And to sit. In general it just hurts. And I blame it all on a pair of running shoes.
In other words, that whole running thing last night? It didn't go so well.
As in, I made it a mile before I almost died. And that was a long mile. I wasn't even running fast, but it still felt like I was going to do a face plant on the treadmill and just go flying off the end. And that my friends would not have been pretty.
After the first mile, I took a break and walked for a bit, but I forced myself to run an extra half mile before calling it quits. That second half mile? It was hard too. But I did manage to finish it. Barely.
So if last night was any indication, I might be aiming for a 5K in April instead of a half marathon. Because seriously. Based on my performance last night, you would have never guessed that I managed to run 13.1 miles at the end of September and not die. Last night was that hard. And i know part of it is the whole recovery thing after being sick for over a month. And the whole not running since Nov. 1 plays a role too.
So maybe running will get easier. I'm hoping it does anyway. Because I do like it. But I'll have to wait and see. Because right now I'm just a bit too sore to tackle the treadmill to nowhere for a second night in a row.