Ages ago, I bought some walking boots from a catalogue, biggest mistake I ever made. I should have waited and bought them from a proper outlet where I could have tried them on and tested them. So, I wore them this morning for 20 minutes (that’s all I could manage in them) before coming home from a rather pleasant stroll with the Hound and Kiddo. I knew as soon as I put them on they would hurt, but wore them anyway. BIG MISTAKE.
I now have a massive blister across the heel of my damn foot, which I am hoping will lessen greatly by the time I have to walk to the gym and back on Tuesday. I may have to lance it. Which will be fun.
Well, the soreness from the gym well and truly kicked in yesterday. My lower body feels fine, my upper body on the other hand, is aching like a bitch. It’s like someone has punched me in the arms and given me dead arms. Really dead. I am proud of myself though. I have continued to stick to plan this week, have been trying to do Body Magic everyday, but have been falling into the “It’s a rest day”, bull shit. I am not training in the gym as regularly as I want yet, there is no need yet.
When I say doing nothing, I mean doing nothing. Sitting back on the sofa, doing naff all. I need to walk the dog every day (can’t walk her every day, as she is also recovering from a horrible flesh-eating wound that ate away all the muscle and ligaments in her back let. It was saved but she hasn’t got full mobility with it.) so her recovery is slow.
I am using the dog, to help me get bolder and go outside more often. When I was ill, I holed up and couldn’t leave. I struggled to leave the house and sometimes I still do. But knowing the dog needs to be walked is helping both her and me.
Anyway, back to the boots. After Hubby had been ‘breaking them in for me’ (what that really means, is that he liked them and wanted them.) Well, he can have them. I don’t like them.