January 20 – Love Walk

…you have to take some time to recover, to let your muscles rest, and to allow yourself some time to repair.

RestToday, Melissa and I finally synchronized our schedules enough to have a walk together. We started out at an almost unheard of 5:15PM. I was thrilled that we had a chance to share one of the week’s 5Ks. She informed me early on, within the first 50 steps, that we are going to take it slow today and that this is going to be our recovery walk. We’ve both pushed it pretty hard this week and as she told me so many times before that, when training you usually take two days off for rest. Well, in a 5K-a-Day challenge, there is no day off or day of rest. Our compensation for that is a recovery walk, or as we like to call it, a love walk.

I think I might have described it before to you, but a love walk is a slow stroll (Think 20 minutes per mile here). It’s a walk where we can talk about the day’s events, world news, and kid things. Well, today being what it is, the conversation turned to politics.

We generally agree on things political, although I have a bit more of a conservative bent to my beliefs than she does. That said, I’m not a fan of the new Presidency, while Melissa takes a kinder, gentler “Let’s see what happens” approach to it. Of course I haven’t been a fan of any Presidency for a while now, but that’s another story.

Our walk today was a pleasant one. It was the perfect temperature with little wind and no obstacles such as pain or giant hills to impede us.

RestThe truth is that you have to take some time to recover, to let your muscles rest, and to allow yourself some time to repair. For a daily challenge like this, there’s no rest day, but do what we did and take it easy for a day or two here and there. A slow walk or two isn’t going to hurt your training nor is anyone going to criticize you for it. No judgements. Heck, you’re doing more than 99 percent of the population, if you’re doing this 5K challenge with us.

Remember to stretch, to get plenty of sleep, and to take a slow day every three to four days to rejuvenate. It will do you good and will keep you walking. Remember, it’s a long-term commitment and not a fad. Do what’s right for your health and your mental well-being. Let us know how you’re doing on your challenges.


January 17 – A Series of Unremarkable Events

SnoozerIt was a dark and stormy night. Nope, sorry. Let me try that again. Call me Ishmael. OK, again, sorry. That’s not it either. Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. Really sorry about that one. OK, one more time. The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new. Yes, that’s it. Much better. Starting fresh.

The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new. Melissa walked earlier in the day, whilst I chose the evening. Her pace quickened in the midday sun like soft rainforest droplets that dare touch the ground from the high canopy above. My own footfalls pounded the concrete like the labored lub-dub of a heart given way to too many years of pain. Our rhythms matched one to another while yet in two separate timescapes.

Yeah, yeah, I know. It sounds like some 19th-century novel preparing you for some impending dastardly deed by a shadowy figure. The truth is that nothing happened here today.

Melissa walked her uneventful 5K in an unremarkable time without a single exciting thing happening to her. I, too, completed my 5K in unimpressive fashion, in almost zero wind, and in fairly pleasant temperatures. I jogged a bit, walked a lot, and I finished in an average amount of time, which was 43:06 minutes. My average pace was a very average 13:54. Neither of us saw, heard, or experienced anything noteworthy today. Hey, every day can’t be like July 4th, right?

Although I have no story to tell about my walk, I do however have a short story to tell.

This evening I was supposed to attend an IT people gathering at the local Dead Armadillo Brewery near downtown. I did not go. By the time I made it home, changed, spoke briefly to Melissa; I was out the door and onto my daily 5K excursion. I finished at 6:30, which to me was too late to clean up, go to the place, consume overly hopped beers, complain about the overly hopped beers, and then return home at a reasonable hour. Some of us have to work tomorrow, you know.


January 6 – Walking It Off

I didn’t feel any hint of shin muscle tightening or pain until about the 1.6 mile mark, which is a big relief over earlier attempts.

Shin Splints IllustratedAfter being in so much pain from shin splints, I scarcely logged two hours of sleep last night. But, I woke up to snow and slick roads to help motivate me to excel (Sarcasm) another day. I came home from work and Melissa and I changed and both went to the gym to do our daily 5K. She hit the treadmill (aka Torture Machine) and I stretched. I did my calf stretches, which felt like my calves were on fire and I assumed my awesome Yoga-esque pose on the floor to further stretch those shin splint muscles. Spoiler alert: It helped. I didn’t feel any hint of shin muscle tightening or pain until about the 1.6 mile mark, which is a big relief over earlier attempts.

I walked/jogged on the .1 mile track around the gym machines area. Yes, .1 miles–so roughly 10 times around is a mile and you can do the math yourself for a 5K (3.1 miles). And you thought NASCAR was boring.

Melissa and repeated the rolling pin routine from the night before on my shin splints. Additionally, I used our heated “corn pillow” to relax my muscles. I logged a very average 15:18 pace, which to me was amazing considering the amount of shin splint pain I was in by the end of the 5K. Not as bad as yesterday, but still pretty bad. I did a few post 5K stretches to help relieve the tightness.

My best advice that I didn’t obey for continuing, but slightly subsiding pain: Take Ibuprofen, stretch more, and use a “muscle rub” ointment.

January 1 – The Starting Line

January 1, 2017Our first 5K was uneventful. It was a chilly 45 degrees with a South wind that we were glad to have at our backs at the halfway point. No records broken, but we completed it, although Melissa was sick. A good start, but as we were within 20 yards of our house, Melissa said, “Only 364 more to go.” She always knows exactly what to say.