She is, bar none, the worlds WORST running buddy. She cut across me, stopped, ran around, wrapped the least around me, and flipped out at everyone. I noticed a slight pain in the back of my ankle, but shrugged it off, did an Insanity workout, and went about my day. The next day, same story, only by the time I went to bed, the pain was bad enough that I was limping.
It didn't get better, so I took off the next few days. When I was ready to run again, I got Special Needs Dog and my husband and started running. I got two houses down the street before I was limping. We ended up taking Monster Dog and Special Needs Dog on a walk, and went for a walk today. It's been killing me
Talking to my husband and a running enthusiast coworker, I realized several things:
- Running in toddler-age shoes is bad. Seriously. My coworker asked about the age of my shoes and I realized that I was using the same sneakers that I had during the London Olympic Games. (whoops!). So the shock-absorbtion is gone, the rubber is dried out, and I'm an idiot.
- My viewpoint on working out is messed up. It's either all or nothing, and if I miss a workout, I end up trying to "make it up" by doing a second workout the next day. And so on. Basically, I'm guaranteed that I'll be injured and/or burned out.