17 July 2011

If this were a little black kitty, it could be Buddah...

I've been learning to love the treadmill; on days when I sleep too late to get out and walk before it gets hot, or on high mileage days when I don't want to stay outside that long, I've been using ours to get my walking done. And I am learning to love it, simply because inside there's air conditioning, and I can read or watch a video while plodding through each step.

I also set the speed a little faster than I walk normally. And it's working; my walking pace has increased quite a bit.

I've also been swimming a lot. I'm not exactly a speed demon in the pool--I probably swim 3000 meters in an hour, right around 2 miles--but it's not torture and I look forward to it.

I was looking forward to it today; I planned on hitting the gym at about 10 a.m. and using a treadmill there, and then hitting the pool for an hour, but... 15 miles yesterday kicked my ass.

Literally, I think. It started last night with a pain to my right buttcheek, and when I got up this morning I hurt like crazy on my entire right posterior side. I know the cause--using a backpack I normally don't on a long walk--but knowing that doesn't exactly help every time I try to get up and feel like I'm 95 years old.

And nearly every time I get up I groan inwardly. I really am getting too old for this chit. Not that I'll quit because I do enjoy the walking and swimming, but I'm thinking it's time to go with one of the Spouse Thingy's long-term wants.

Not that, you sick freak.

<--That.

If I'm going to keep moving on a daily basis, this is turning from something that would be nice to have to practically being medical equipment.

That's justification, right?

Right.