For the first time this whole year, I felt like I was really training. Monday, Brian and I rode. I am still so pitiful, I can't keep up with him so he does his distance and I do mine. I got 17.65 miles. We went out again Tuesday and this time I got in 18.13.
We never ride on Wednesday so I did my longest walk of the year at 3.56 and in the middle of that I shuffled 50 steps. I am going to get the running back.
Thursday I neither rode nor walked but I did do .42 working in the yard, and I also did some bench presses:
10 X 50
10 X 55
The shoulder is getting better. It will now accept a little stretching and my range of motion has improved a bitty bit. It like every three weeks I ask myself, is this better? At this rate I will be well in five years.
Friday I stayed pretty close to the house all day. I did not even go to the pastors' breakfast because I wanted to read, write, and hang out with the cats.
Saturday, Brian and I had plans to ride. We were supposed to go at 4:00. Around 3:30 I began feeling uneasy and starting praying for God to take care of us. A few minutes before 4:00 Brain called and said he couldn't make it. I took a walk and did 4.03 miles with some shuffling thrown in. Also I hit the bench for
12 X 50
10 X 60
8 X 65
In addition to that I did some other gentle shoulder work. Every other day I think I am going to swim again without surgery. Then there are the days when I think I have to submit to the knife or it is all over. Is God trying to teach me something? I remain confused.
For the week, I rode 35.78 miles and walked 8.14 in addition to the weight lifting.
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