Fighting Goofus

Goofus and Gallant from Highlights magazine are my very favorite cartoon characters. Gallant of course does everything right. He's polite, respectful, always helpful, flosses daily, helps little old ladies cross the street. Grownups and teachers love him. Goofus is the kind of kid that unscrews the salt shaker in the cafeteria. There is a little bit of both Goofus and Gallant in me. I am Gallant when I workout. I am Goofus when instead of working out, I sit on the sofa and eat chocolate covered blueberries (which are REALLY good by the way, and never should have been bought for K's Christmas stocking). Yesterday was a Goofus day from start to finish. My calf started aching again. Little twinges, like pinpricks right beneath the skin. I don't know what causes that, but I know that's not good. I suspect it's muscles fibers breaking. It is bliss to run. Heart and feet working together, listening to the rhythm they keep as they hit the road, is the closest i've ever come to mediating. It is equally devastating not to run. Thirty minutes of heaven on Christmas, then the next day my calf hurts and I know that I will not run again. Heaven and hell. So that was yesterday-feeling the pinpricks, knowing that I'm not close to being healed and maybe never will be.

Yesterday was also a no working out day. A rest day I told myself, which I suspect is code for being a lazy butt and sitting on the sofa with those damn blueberries. Yes. I was feeling sorry for myself. So today, I will be Gallant. I have PT and hopefully they can calm my fears. Then I will swim laps today. I will lift weights. I will keep on keeping on.

Why I tri
To prove to my former 180 pound fatty self that I am not destined to be overweight. I spent more than half my life being out of shape. I don't want to lose another minute.

EDIT: Woohooooo!!!!! Home from PT and he says I am doing GREAT! My leg is healing and he wants me to run twice more this week!!!!!! Definitley a Gallant moment!