I'm back.

It's been almost a month since I first lay of running, and almost three weeks since I stopped doing any exercise at all. It gets really hard when you stop. Your body starts off getting agitated and antsy, but after awhile it starts to accept its state and decides to become sloth-like to compensate for the inactivity. I definitely felt like a sloth today. Come COB, I was telling Hubba that I felt really bleah. When he asked if I felt up for a run, I said 'no'. But I decided I'd amble over to the gym anyway to at least return the VCD I'd borrowed. Oh heck, I thought, I'll go for a slow jog whilst I'm at it. I need to start somewhere right?

So I spent 30 minutes rediscovering my legs on the mill today.

I went so slow you could probably have walked quicker next to me. Fear can really rob you of all your worth. I was so afraid that I'd try to hard and screw my knee up again, or even worse, that I'd overcompensate and throw my back out again. I started off as low as 6.5km/h and sometimes I'd feel good doing 10km/h - But the niggly feeling in my left knee, coupled by the naggy little voice in my head made me slow back down again. Bah.

But I guess I did alright. It's definitely a start. I was glad my lungs felt alright and I felt pretty alive again.

It's funny how perked up you can get working the belt on the mill. I think I'm starting to get hamsters!