I am close to my biking goal for the year, and hoped to have had another couple of day’s worth of miles under my belt before The Guy and I take off on our next excursion.
Not so. Not yet.
Apparently, this past weekend I had too much fun. And now I am hobbling around with calf muscles that won’t relax and hips that are saying they have seen too much of life.
I don’t know what did me in. There are options.
It might have been walking around on the concrete and asphalt jungle that was the zoo on Saturday. Concrete pathways are unforgiving on old joints. But all and one had a grand time of it.
On Sunday, we hiked a short, but quite a steep trail close to the homestead. Three and a half miles, but a thousand feet elevation gain. It’s not always the going up. Sometimes the coming down will get me in the calf muscles. It was a clear and hot day, though, and Monday was windy and chillier, so it was good to be up in the hills.
Then there was Monday. Monday evening, I played in the backyard with Grandbebe Girl. We played ‘house’ and ‘ran errands’. And by ‘ran errands’, I mean, we RAN errands. I gave no thought to what I was doing, except that she wanted me to play. I mean…because…after all…she said, ‘Grandma, let’s play!’
When was the last time I ran?
So. Here it is. Wednesday. And I am beginning to not limp. And I ask myself (and on occasion, whine to Wonderful Guy) ‘I am not terribly out of shape! How does it work that I can be in such pain!?’
Hopefully I will have some days left of commuting on Trekkie v.2 before I call the season closed for 2010.