While I was researching training techniques for my first 10k run I came upon this little bit of advice.
'Always take a couple of days rest after a particularly heavy run to help the muscles relax'. Good idea I thought at the time. So I trained for the 10k, running up hills, running up more hills and even getting in the car to go looking for hills to run up. You get the idea right?
I was readyand raring to go on Saturday morning. My daughter and I put our running gear on, had our breakfast a good three hours before the run and looked foward to the finish line. I have to say we did well for our first time out. We crossed the finish line on our own two feet without the aid of an ambulance or a wheelbarrow. Saturday afternoon was spent basking in the glory of our enormous medal that I insisted on wearing for the whole household to admire. Can't say the dog was impressed but the cat did like the ribbon, though the medal itself did not render her amazed.
Sunday was ok too. I thought my legs would be stiff and sore but they were ok. There was a tiny niggle when I climbed stairs but sure as we say here it was 'not too bad' . That is why I decided on monday to go for a five mile run. I could do this. Any advice to the contrary that advised me to rest went out the window like snow off a ditch when the sun shines.
So I went running. Oh yes I did. Three miles into the run and I was starting to hurt. Three and a half miles into the run and I was starting to burn. By four miles I was very sorry I had decided to ignore the advice of the experts.
I won't be doing that again. I have learned my lesson. Twas just a shame I had to learn it through pain.
But then sometimes it takes pain for us to learn what we actually already know.
I walk away from God and I feel the pain of separation, I neglect to pray and I feel the pain of powerlessness. Sometimes pain is good, sometimes it just stinks. One wonders if painkillers have been created for plain stupidity in ignoring good advice. I doubt it to be honest. Now Im off to spray heat rub on my aching and screaming muscles, and then I may just go for a run :)
This is also good advice for if you are starting a new exercise. Despite my "gentle" water aerobics workout a few weeks ago and the fact that I made a beeline for the whirlpool afterwards, my muscles let me know they were not pleased several days later. Apparently it took them that long to get over the shock of it all. I have heard it said by exercise experts that muscles WANT to be worked. All I can say is they have never met mine, LOL! After the shock of it all, they let me know they were very displeased and had the audacity to even go on strike for several days. Sigh...
Seriously, you are right. The only cure for the pain of separation from God is to get back to where we belong... by His side, ASAP and listen to what He has to say.
Just this morning as I started to jog on a treadmill I thought of people who actually look forward to this. I obviously am not one of them :) I do it strictly based on the old axiom... move it or lose it! I must say though that when I was in a warm climate doing ministry work I did find it was the only thing that helped clear my head. Congratulations on your successful run!
as part of my physio my therapist taught me "respect your pain".
hope u r feeling better now joyce. since women have more estrogen secretion they have 3 times more possibilities of ligament injuries.