It has been over two months since my last run, and yesterday my physiotherapist finally announced that I was allowed to run, with the following caveats:
- thou shalt not run on pavement
- thou shalt not run up hills
- thou shalt not run down hills
- thou shalt not use the elliptical on a run day
- thou shalt not cheat on the specified program (walk 5 minutes, run 1 minute, walk 1 minute, R 1 min, W 1 min, R 1 min, W 1 min, walk 5 minutes)
- thou shalt not exceed two runs in one week
So, with Salt n' Pepa telling me to Push It, I went out for my first "run". Honestly, it felt good to get back out there, however, it was a bit anti-climactic in the sense that I would just start to run, and then suddenly that interval would be over. The non-running-lover in me enjoyed the fact that it was not at all taxing, and that there was no need to contemplate a shower. What I really enjoyed was getting my butt off the couch and back in motion; I have felt chained to my yoga mat and the stationery bike, so moving at a slow trot felt rather exhilarating. Probably the best part of the whole thing is not a sound escaped from my bootylicious bottom, not even in the confines of the stairwell. Not one rumble was heard from my stomach, no moment of panic set in, and no 100 yard dash occurred to make it to the loo on time.
The only downside to my run was my pair of Run Inspire crops from Lululemon. I bought these running capris back in April just as I injured myself, I wore them on my last run and was less than inspired. I have done some yoga, elliptical, walking and biking in these, and really, they should be the Stationery Capri - mostly because one must remain more or less stationery in them. Another name for them could be Moon Run, because of the fact that I moon innocent bystanders when I wear these performance inhibiting tights. I was extremely frustrated as even at my sub-running pace, I had to exercise my right to hike that waistband while running in public. Lock up your children, Running from the Runs is showing her buns!