One mile
For the last two days, I haven’t gone to the gym because I wanted to let my forearm heal fully – so instead I’ve just been going to the treadmill at work before I go home. Both days I ran a mile at a 9:13 pace, and it didn’t even feel like I was dying. I had a moment of foresight of how that isn’t going to feel as monumental as it does right now, but I still remember how much I wished and how much I worked for just a mile at a 6.5mph pace. My shins have gotten much stronger, and can sustain running for a while now compared to before. I remember when I first had PT I couldn’t run for more than a few steps before my shins made the pain unbearable. A couple hundred pounds of calf raises later and here I am! I’m really grateful to calf raises, and even though my calves don’t grow it’s a nice thing to be able to go up to anyone on the calf raise machine and work in. There are some massive bodybuilders at the gym I go to, and it’s a nice feeling to be able to warm up with the machine fully loaded.
Also, I got the delivery date for my car! This Thursday it’s coming, and I cannot wait. I’m looking forward to the sound system so fucking much.