Yeah, being stubborn sucks ass.

So, I am NOT a runner. And honestly, I am so far from the "runner" spectrum, there aren't enough words.

I HATE RUNNING.

Ok.

I've also been struggling with my weight/body image/everything for the last 10 years or so. I decided to make a significant change in April. Louie and I joined 24 hour Fitness, and I started doing cardio 3X a week. Then, I added some weight training, then, when summer hit, I started taking a class similar to the one I took at Gold's Gym (thanks Manda K.!), that is a 55 minute hard-core full body lifting weights/cardio up workout. I do that 2-3X a week for the last 5 weeks. On July 7, I started the Couch25K program. Yep. I started to JOG. OUTSIDE. IN MY HILLY (MANY MANY MANY INCLINES) NEIGHBORHOOD.

After about a week of this program, my left knee started to hurt.

And hurt.

And hurt.

But, I kept pushing it. I did the whole RICE thing, tried the KT Tape (HA!), but my athlete competitiveness kept pushing me to keep going--no matter what my body said.

Yesterday morning the pain was pretty bad. Yesterday was also Week 4 Day 1 for me--I had made it SO FAR!!! I called the doctor in the morning, thought about not going out, but went out and completed the workout--I even jogged the FULL 5 minutes!!! BOTH TIMES!!

If you are a runner, this is probably pathetic, but for me, this was HUGE. I wanted to stop and walk SO BADLY, but I kept pushing through (even with my knee screaming at me).

And then I went to the doctor.

HAHAHAHAHA. I. AM. AN. IDIOT.

I am now on Prednisone for the next six days--I am not to run or walk for working out purposes. Then, after the Prednisone is done, I have to wait until my knee feels back to normal--possibly 2 weeks! I also have to go to a special store where they will watch me run (awesome--and yes, that is sarcasm dripping off that comment) and tell me all about my gait and what type of shoes I need. And I am SURE that the shoes will be free too. HA!

BLARGH.

I was on a roll. Consistently working out, I re-joined Weight Watchers last week Wednesday, and have been working hard to improve day by day. This feels like a setback. I didn't work out today and I feel like a loser. Yikes. I am going to try to swim tomorrow, but I think I might have caught the runner bug. *SHUDDER*

Lesson learned...

point taken...

So, on Wednesday it will be three weeks that I have been here in OR.Besides being totally broke, freaking out about the $600 airfare for moving completely out of my apartment before June 30th, and looking for jobs incessantly, I have also been looking for a sports store that has rollerblading gear/parts so I could clean my bearings and rotate my wheels. I have been quite unlucky in my search, and though this state/city is insane about their bicycling, there has been no sight of any rollerblading accessories (let alone any blades!)...

I now know why.


I was in need of el diet soda, so I thought that after my painting endeavor, rather than take Louie's pride and joy out (and risk dirtying-or worse-RAIN upon--the newly washed interior and exterior), I decided to rollerblade to the grocery store.

I knew after about five minutes of complete downhill coasting that I was going to be in for a world of hurt.

Due to my stubbornness, I kept going, disregarding the NO SKATEBOARDING NO ROLLERBLADING -- STRICTLY ENFORCED sign posted in the parking lot, returned Jesus Camp (another blog topic for later discussion) to Blockbuster, and de-bladed. I get several looks/stares--almost as if I had three heads. Now, it could have been that I was singing with my Ipod too loudly, or that my hair was all crazy pushed back with a neon green headband, or maybe people have never seen a fat girl on rollerblades. It could have been that I was wearing flip-flops with socks or that my Milwaukee Brewers t-shirt was a foreign entity...whatever it was--it was weird.

So after pounding an Odwalla lemonade, I re-bladed, and started off back home. I flew by some little boys on their bicycles, and a lady with her dog (mini-ugmo dog) that yanked it back as if I were going to maul it, and began my hellish uphill journey.

Holy. Fack. At one point I think I had to pause, and began rolling back downhill because there was still a mighty ascent left for me to complete.

Maybe the hills ARE too sucky for rollerbladers...


Or, maybe I am just SUPER-ASS-OUT-OF-SHAPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I am going with the latter...just because I don't want to give up blading yet!!!