I would very much appreciate it if someone strapped me into a dolly a la Hannibal Lector. I fear that by merely walking, I will permanently hurt myself.
On the plus side, I feel like I’m back in high school. Doing windsprints in the cool weather and chugging my ice cold water. The only difference is my seriousness this time around. During high school track practice once, a group of us ran out of our coach’s sight into a strip mall area, and popped into a shop for cookies. Then we ran back pretending to be winded. Having a coach yell at us to “catch up to him!!” is all the motivation R and I need during the hour session. Some may say it’s Daddy Issues, but I really like having a male voice yell at me during my workout.
At one point, R was running and out of his hoodie fell a black sock. We had been looking for that guy! R pretended it was a towel and wiped his face with it. So far it has been really enjoyable, but four weeks feels a long way away at the moment. We’ll see how it goes.