So this past Saturday I did the Walk on Thon with my dds. It was for a good cause and dd#1 gets credit towards National Junior Honor Society. I think hey, it's a win, win. We get out get, get some fresh air and a little exercise. I mean seriously it's only 5K which is roughly 3 miles. Ok anybody can do that. And we do and I come home tired and a bit sore. Ok that's to be expected. We got up at 6am way earlier than usual for this night owl. Only too discover a few hours later just how sore and tired I really am. I take two Advil and veg for the rest of the day. Those plans I had for Saturday, I write them off. I am beat. I blame it on the fact I went to bed wayyyy to late the night before.
Sunday morning I get up and limp/drag myself to the kitchen to get some much needed Advil. Apparently I'm not in as good of shape as I thought I was. And after the blood starts flowing I feel better. Still a bit achy but I stretch it out and the day whizzes by. But it makes realize that I am out of shape. Apparently going up and down the stairs countless times a day does not count as exercise or at least not as enough exercise. I kind of knew that, but was in denial. And so my treadmill and are getting better acquainted.
Sat - 3 miles at the walk a thon
Sun - rest
Monday 2 miles on the treadmill
Tuesday 2.6 miles
Weds - approx 3 miles possibly more - but I kept hitting the off button instead of the speed button - watching tv while on the treadmill will do that to you.
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Thanks for the comment on my sign! Comgrats on doing the walkathon!
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