God I hate jogging! I was stretching out the other day and I think I pulled a muscle. No, not that muscle! Get your heads out of the gutter. It was the muscle behind my thigh. I heard a pop and felt it. It sounded nasty. Initially it hurt but I went ahead and jogged for two miles anyway. My logic was that I should just stretch it out. I just got off the phone with my friend Benjamin and he suggested that I NOT exercise and to take it easy for the next two weeks. This is my luck. As soon as I start a regimen that will help to get me back in shape there is usually a monkey wrench thrown in my plans.
I was wondering if I could be doing it to myself. Since I hate running so much maybe I subconsciously over stretched and pulled that muscle. I used to run track when I was in high school and I loved it back then. It wasn’t a team sport and I stood or fell on my own merits…unless it was a relay race. Fortunately, I was pretty good at those. Then there was the Marine Corps. Those bastards made you run for miles at an ungodly hour in the morning. I think that is when I developed a dislike for running. I didn’t mind doing it in HS when the weather was nice and I could get out of classes for certain competitions but when you have to do it regardless of the weather or time of day that can really sour the experience for you. But I won’t let this little injury stop me from getting my heart going. I’m definitely going to walk. Maybe I will dust of the old mountain bike and brave the city streets. Anyone have a coat of armor?
