Weapons of Mass Destruction

Frankie doesn't run. She's not fit enough. She has injuries, she has Fibromyalgia...blah blah blah.

I haven't done anything resembling running since January. That wasn't really running, it was just jogging intervals on the treadmill. I wasn't able to continue though as I got severe ankle and shin pain during the intervals. I just resigned myself to the fact that I was never going to be able to do it.

So, since April I've been incline walking, and that is all. I've been religiously walking, 5 nights a week for a minimum 45 minutes. Not a steep incline, only around a 3 and only walking at around a 5. It didn't feel like it was doing anything. But I was wrong.

Today I got out into the shed for my back and arms workout, which was hard. It hurt. My shoulders burned (and not a good burn, an inflamed burn). I decided I really needed to come back in here and have a whinge post 'cos I was really feeling sorry for myself. But, I finished the workout and decided to hop on the tready for a short walk first.

So there I was, walking along and suddenly I decided I'd try some intervals. I'm pretty carbed up after the weekend and thought I'd give it a go.

And then something happened - I ran!

I didn't mean to. I just thought I'd increase the speed a little, up to where I would normally jog, but it just didn't seem fast enough so I kept going..right up to the top of the yellow bit on my scale..10! I have only ever jogged at between 6 and 7. And there was no ankle or shin pain whatsoever (will still need to see how I pull up tomorrow though).

It was easy....for the first 30 seconds, then my lungs started complaining but got through to a minute. It's the fastest I've ever been able to go on the treadmill. There's only two more levels to go up! I kept up the intervals (3 fast walk/1 min run) for another 15 minutes before I excitedly ran inside to tell the children.

However, my new found athleticism was not without incident and harsh lessons learned. These lessons were :

1. If you have lost a significant amount of weight, adjust your sports bra accordingly or risk being beaten severely around the head and shoulders by your own tits.

2. Remember to do your pelvic floor exercises, because at one stage I was sure my fucking uterus was going to fall out.

No, seriously.