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January 2, 2008
Ouchies
I learned some very valuable lessons today. I left work today and instead of going straight to the gym, instead went home to have pasta and wine with my husband. I figured that if I got to the gym around 7pm, there would be a treadmill open for me for more than an hour and that'd mean that I could finish my 6 miles without having to stop every 20 minutes and get to the back of the queue.
Well, not so. I got to the gym at 7:30pm and when I walked in there was a room full of people that has the 2008 resolution to go to gym 3 times a week on average. I applaud them for their effort, but 90% of them will try to get the 156 times in within the months of January and February and it generally means that the best time to get there would be around 7am when everyone is getting ready for work!
But on the bright side, there was a treadmill open and there was no queue!
So I hopped on and warmed up and then felt that I could now select a program to lead me through my session of pickups. I pressed the program button. Hrmmm... didn't respond. I pressed it again. Still no response.
Ok, so the treadmill didn't have the capability, or just didn't feel like, being programmed. Right enough. Last time I checked, my fingers could press 'faster' and 'slower' with ease and at least those buttons seemed to respond relatively quickly. I did my first pickup. I slowed down. I did my second pickup. I slowed down. I did my third pickup. I tried to slow down...OH JOY! The slower button seized to exist and I was on a good 6.5 mph. Lovely.
I was feeling okay and there wasn't any other treadmills open, so I carried on running. My heartrate went up, up and away! Well, it settled around 173bpm and I was starting to sound like a steam train that got overloaded with coal somewhere. But I had 3 miles to go and I was feeling okay except for a stinging pain developing somewhere in untold regions of my body.
Nevermind that.
So... carried on running. At a faster pace than I wanted to.
But the stinging wouldn't go away.
And then... there was a crippling pain.
The need to stop.
Immediately.
Throughout the run, I had developed 2 blisters ... and 1 had burst.
I stopped. I didn't care that there was only 4.2 miles on the clock, I was going to cry and say things I didn't mean.
So... lessons learnt :
- Get to the gym at 7am or 5pm... but not at 7pm.
- Don't get on the treadmill that stands all alone in the corner. It doesn't like me.
- Make sure the correct underwear is worn... or run the risk of developing a rather uncomfortable blister or 2.
Posted by karinm at January 2, 2008 9:18 PM