I don't normally take advice written in sidewalk chalk, but sometimes you have to glean motivation from the strangest of places. It worked, too. Today was one of the first days since spraining my ankle that I really felt like I was fighting my way back to the girl I was when I was training for a marathon.
I got up this morning and went for a 7.65 mile bike ride. I would never have ridden two days in a row with the old saddle, but the new one is way more comfortable so I thought I would give it a shot. It was not too bad. My sit bones were a little sore, but after the first few minutes I forgot about it and just focused on riding.
It completely blows my mind that so many people run as fast as I was riding. By cycling standards I was going really slow, of course, but I still managed to burn about 471 calories in an hour. I've decided that pedaling uses different leg muscles than running and I'm going to have to build up my strength and stamina in the coming weeks so I can do some longer rides. I'm not sure how long it will be before I'm running again, but in the meantime, I want to get myself on a cycling schedule similar to the running schedules I used to follow. They were four days per week with two short runs, one mid distance run, and a long run on the weekend. I miss having that four day per week structure in my life and it would be nice to make my riding schedule mimic my former (and hopefully future) running schedule as much as possible.
The weather was so nice today that I couldn't resist going for an evening walk. The doctor benched me from any physical activity that makes my ankle hurt, but it felt pretty good today so I decided to see what happened. I made it through the 4ish miles I had planned, but my ankle started to feel weak towards the end of the walk. It will probably be a week or two before I test it again.
Even though my ankle didn't do as well as I had hoped, it was a good walk. I ended the day with a quick pit stop at Kroger where I bought a box of honeydew melon and cantaloupe flavored popsicles, but forgot the Splenda brown sugar I meant to buy. Oh well. I'll get some tomorrow. Maybe I'll even ride my bike to the grocery store. If I didn't know better, I would think I was turning into one of those bike obsessed people. I hope it won't be permanent. Then again, I actually hope it will.