It’s now been 23 days since I worked out last time. 23 days! Before you continue reading and start assuming I’m beating myself up over the fact that I haven’t been to the gym, I suggest you read THIS POST first.
I’m writing this to say that I’m proud of myself — I’ve been able to avoid working out for three full weeks, and it’s been six weeks since I did a hard workout!
And the result so far? Well… I can, for the first time in years, walk down stairs with only a tolerable amount of pain in my knee, which is progress! My plantar fascia feels better too, but I’ll give it some more time, just to be on the safe side.
Okay okay, I don’t expect you to know what a “plantar fascia” is, and I’ll save you the struggle of googling it 😉
It’s the connective tissue under the soles of your feet. It’s been bothering me ever since the half marathon in May, which was ultimately why I decided to take a break.
But man, I miss running!
The upside is that I have more time to spend on other things, and I’m confident something good will come from this.
Have a blessed evening,