Monday: yoga (I am loving yoga more and more. I'm also getting more out of it the more I do it.)
Tuesday: ran 2 miles slowly with minimal pain in the knees and rear.
Wed: jumped rope for 25 minutes then worked the punching bag.
Thursday: ran 3 miles with walking mixed in to break it up. My cold must have really affected me because I just couldn't breathe properly. It took all I had to make it to the top of the hill at the end of my run and when I got there and stopped to walk, I had that wave of nausea come over me that ended in me puking what little water I drank before the run in the gutter. I can only hope none of my neighbors were looking out their windows.
Friday: yoga again (this doesn't work as well with all the kids home. Logan kept trying to drive his cars on me during the poses.)
Saturday: I woke up feeling terrible due to a lack of sleep (sick kids) so I wasn't going to do anything. Husband convinced me to go out about 6:30. (o.k., so he pushed me out the door) After the first 5 minutes of running, I knew it was going to be a good day. I barely had to walk at all and I forgot all about my rear pain because it wasn't even there until a block away from home. My knees held up pretty well too. I stopped to stretch them when I could feel them getting tight. I even ran up that big hill at the end and just cruised right up it. Now it was only 3 1/2 miles. I didn't want to push it, but what a difference a day or two makes. It was the best run I've been on in a long time. It was the strongest I've felt in a long time. I worked the punching bag when I got home. I felt better than I had the whole rest of the day. It made me wish I'd done it a whole lot earlier in the day.