Runner   Interpreted Minutes Monster

May The T Rex Runner

What T-Rex Mom is doing right now, if she hasn’t already texted me something to the effect of “WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU”
Last week, my new physical therapist in Tulsa told me that I was allowed to “sit on” my bike to see how it affected my back. Well, I interpreted “sit on my bike” to mean “ride my bike for 5 minutes” and a monster was reborn.

Runner   Interpreted Minutes Monster

The bike is at least something that feels like exercise, even if I’m going painfully slow right now thanks to the epic deterioration of the muscles formerly known as my quads. As such, it’s exciting to be out there doing something, so of course I’m already taking it too far, too fast. This week, I’m going to try alternating activities each day, because ultimately this is what I expect my training schedule to look like. I rode on Monday, quickly determined that I’m not even close to being ready to ride nearly 40 miles, and called it a day. Yesterday, I got back on the bike again, rode for an hour, and felt better than I did on Monday.

Well, if I can’t really walk or sit up, then I definitely can’t run, so that wasn’t even on my radar. At the beginning, it wasn’t so horrible taking a little time off running because I had been doing hard training for awhile.
Just one small section of Toyland.