Yesterday 3-mile run was great. Exhilarating. Three miles isn't a exactly a long distance, but since I have been dealing with a fussy knee and have been resting it some, this 3-mile is akin to taking a bite into a slice of lusciously creamy cheesecake for a diabetic. Heaven on earth. The L knee started to throw temper tantrums about 2.5 miles into it. So I channel my inner-"mom"ness and babied the knee, "Almost there sweetie. Just a little longer. Hang in there." The knee remained a little fussy today so instead of running, I hopped on the elliptical machine and did some strength training on my legs. Cross-training is supposed to help strengthen those leg muscles and eventually prevent knee problem right? I can only hope this is true.
I dislike the elliptical machine. It is so much work. But I stayed with it and hopped away. My ponytail actually made the entire workout fun. Each time I take a stride with gusto, the ponytail rhythmically swinged from left to right and right to left. I like that momentum going on back of my head, so I kept going. It worked. I did about almost 2 miles in 20 minutes and burned 200 calories. :)
Talking about burning calories, I need to get back into shape. Let me put some blame on the knee (and a little on my gluttony.) With the fussy knee, I wasn't able to run for a while. And I ate and ate and ate pretty much the same amount as when I was more active. Add some buttery Danish cookies to the mix. Ooooh, buttery goodness in my mouth. Needless to say, I packed on a few pounds and I can't white-lied myself that "muscles are denser than fat." Anyway, here I am, pudgier than before. It struck me: If I can't run because of fussy knee, I can STILL work my arms, my back, my thighs, my calves, my abs. There is NO reason for not working out. Absolutely NO reason.
Talking about attitude change, exercising makes me a happier and more cheerful person. Must be those endorphins at work.
A four-year-old kid at kid piqued my interest in almond milk. During our therapy session, somehow the topic of milk or breakfast came into conversation and he mentioned about rice milk and almond milk and how yummy they are. This was a rarity because seriously, in southeastern Arkansas, the only milk most people drink is cow's milk. Soy milk (my favorite) probably receives a less than lukewarm reception here in this part of the country. So, to hear that this kid drinks almond milk and rice milk and actually thought it was yummy, ha, I gotto go investigate.
Just for fun, I made eggs-over-easy for breakfast after the trip to the gym, a slice of whole wheat toast and this almond drink thing. For lunch, we'll be having tuna sandwich and soup and for supper, we'll be having vension and whatever leftovers we have from lunch.
Have a good weekend.