I posted a Facebook update the other day that was mostly tongue in cheek: I had asked Mark several times if he was sure that I couldn’t die from shin splints. He claims that I cannot.
I’m still not sure he was telling the truth.
Today, I’m feeling like I might die from sore arm muscles that aren’t so sure about this weight-training crap I started yesterday.
Boy howdy, am I ever sore.
“Doesn’t it feel good?” Mark asked.
Dude. No. Didn’t you hear the part where I said I was SORE?
This is part of my ongoing quest to become a better, healthier me. I confess that I haven’t done as well as I might like with the whole “not drinking full strength Pepsi,” thing, but I have exercised for 13 of the last 17 days (and 11 of those in a row).
I’m using a website to track my exercise, and I can share this fun virtual journey, the mileage recorded is a combo of some walking I did last week and time spent on the torture elliptical machine:
Clearly, I haven’t gotten very far on my virtual journey, but thousand mile journeys starting with single steps and all that…
Of course, I may not get out of California if my shin splints and sore arm muscles kill me.