I jogged a little on Saturday morning. Not exactly sure why. I woke up too late for lap swimming, so I decided to go for a walk on the path near my house. About 20 minutes in, I thought, "Maybe I should run a little." These crazy thoughts seize me occasionally.
So I wound up doing Day 1 of Couch to 5K for the millionth time. I was breathing hard and sweating like crazy (Saturday was hot and muggy!), but I did it.
When I got home, I sat in our bedroom for awhile, praising the former owner who installed the central air. For the last couple of days my ankles have been killing me. We went to a folk music festival this weekend, so I thought it might be from balancing in the cobblestoned streets of New Bedford, Mass, but then I remembered that I ran on Saturday. Running + me = pain.
I don't want to try Couch to 5K again since I injure myself every time. I'm not a runner, but every so often I like to run.
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