I used to run as my go-to form of exercise, but I’ve been turning more frequently to HIIT workouts over the past year, partly seeking a more balanced exercise program, but truthfully, it’s largely in response to the toll running takes on my body.
With the weather turning warm yesterday, I couldn’t resist putting on shorts and a tank top and dashing out the door into the cooling dusk. The sun was setting and turning the sky bright orange on the horizon. As I passed by fellow runners and wove through clusters of people walking dogs, pushing strollers, and chatting into their ear buds, I thought to myself that I couldn’t imagine a life without running. I love the efficiency of it, the air rushing over me, and the burst of clarity that lasts a few hours afterward.
However… I felt it the next day. My right hip was cursing my name, and my knee joined in periodically to scold me.
Whatever. Today proved to be another warm day, so on went my running shoes and out the door I flew. I was a little slower today and had to answer for a little soreness in my hip. I’m not totally in denial; I (think) I can tell the difference between soreness and a warning that something is about to go very wrong.
I spent a good half hour stretching when I got home from my run this afternoon, but just to play it safe, I think I’ll stick to my HIIT workouts and my Sunday morning swim for the next several days.
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