Let’s Get Healthy: Day Thirty-two (AKA Screw You, Interval Training…) #romancefit
Time on Treadmill: 20 minutes.
Pain Level: Considering amputation
Clearly I overdid it on the Intensity Training yesterday, seeing as I’m hobbling around like Grandma today and cursing my knees as they curse right back at me. So yeah, only twenty minutes (AT MY NORMAL SPEED) on the treadmill because anything more would have turned me into a wobbly pile of Nicola at the far end of the track.
I have limits. I keep having to remind myself of that. I am no longer sixteen years old, nor am I Xena.
On the plus side, I delivered a pendant to my editor (she saw one that I did for a family member and asked me to make her something similar, and I’m gonna be honest, I outdid myself with this one), and came away from the delivery with over a pound of absolutely delicious brisket, so guess who didn’t have to make dinner tonight? I call that a win.