And On the 18th Day, She Ran
After more than two weeks of swimming, loafing and general moping, I finally got my sneakers on and my butt out the door and hit the pavement for a very slow 3.5 mile loop of Prospect Park, my first real run (at least, a run that wasn’t aborted after half a mile because it felt like someone was stabbing me in the kneecap with every step) in 18 days.
I won’t say it felt good, because it didn’t. I was slow (I don’t know how slow, because I left my Garmin at home for precisely that reason). EVERYTHING was tight. I’d been doing a lot more strength training and swimming in the past three weeks since my preferred forms of exercise — running and biking — were off limits. This meant that I was exercising muscles I don’t normally use — and NOT using muscles I normally uses — and they let me know it. But I made it around the park in one piece, and my sucky, good-for-nothing right knee only twinged during the last half mile or so, which was up a big hill. So I’ll consider that a success. I’m going to swim again tomorrow instead of running and then try again on Friday. Maybe this time I’ll even have the courage to bring the Garmin.
After my run, my mom and I headed over to the Y for our favorite strength training class and a session with my new buddy, the foam roller.
We don’t have these guys at my college’s gym, so I’ve been taking opportunity of my time at home to roll out my super tight quads and calves. It hurts a lot, in a kind of awesome, make-it-stop-but-actually-don’t kind of way. Fun times at the Prospect Park YMCA.
Other things… Mostly I’ve been getting ready for my impending trip to Egypt, which amazingly, miraculously, terrifyingly begins in exactly 3 and a half days. This time on Sunday, I’ll be about to land in Cairo. Holy guacamole.
“Getting ready” mostly means cramming all the Arabic I said I would study all summer (and then proceeded not to crack open my books til last week) and shopping for light-weight long sleeved shirts and ankle length skirts I can wear there that don’t make me look like a nun. (Oh, it’s also going to be 99 degrees in Cairo the entire time I’m there. How do Egyptian women do it?) Also downloading books onto my Grandpa’s kindle, which he leant me for the summer so I wouldn’t have to cart 8 weeks worth of reading material across the Atlantic. So far I’ve got The Marriage Plot, Death Comes to Pemberley, the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Born to Run, All the Pretty Horses, and a book about cooking called The Everlasting Meal. I know I’m going to be pretty busy with school work while I’m in Alexandria, but catching up on reading has always been one of my favorite parts of the summer and I’m hoping to get through these books and more in the next eight weeks.
And now, your turn: Do you have any good book recommendations? Foam rollers? Love ’em or hate ’em? Love to hate ’em?