Last night I hit the gym for an hour to do full-body weights. I've been reading quite a bit about using your whole body, or at least different muscle groups, when working out, so I tested it out yesterday. For example: I did squats on stability thingies (they look like mushroom caps? If you've ever done physical therapy or sports-related training, you know what I'm talking about), like I normally do, but I also did shoulder presses, curls, and rows while I did the squats. Loved it!
I went to the pool and did 32 laps after the gym; I'm getting better at it, slowly! I think a mile is 76 laps, so I'd like to build up to that for cross-training purposes (and maybe a future triathlon sprint?)
Got up and did 4 miles this morning, over the Naval Academy bridge. I say "did," intentionally, because "run" would be misleading..."hobble" is more accurate. It should have been a great run, especially since I pampered my shins with swimming yesterday (have I mentioned yet how much I STILL hate one-piece bathingsuits?), but it wasn't. Breathing was great, thighs were cooperating with the bridge climb, but the shins? Oh noooooo, they just had to decide that today was not their day. I hobbled and cried through close to 3 of the 4 miles, and could barely stand up when I finally got home. I see my PCP tomorrow, so I'm going to ask for a referral to an orthopedic doctor or sports-oriented physical therapist. I'm also pulling out my old orthotics to see if they help. At this rate, I will be walking the marathon, not running it--and that is not acceptable.
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