|stairs – 6:00 AM||Distance||stairs – 12 flights |
commute – 10 miles
|stairs – 58 min||Time |
|Injuries||right IT band is still pretty sensitive going down the stairs|
|Weather||upper 40s on the AM for stairs, mid 60s on the way home, dry, sunny, calm|
|Course||Howe Street stairs|
I got to the stairs a bit early and so headed down for a 'warm up' flight. Even on this first flight I could tell that going down was not so great. Going up was fine, no worries there but the slightest impact seems to aggravate the hell out of my knee. Poop.
So what does Martin do? Another 11 flights with Ryan D of course. But hey, it was not 'hurting', it was just uncomfortable. And it did not get worse so I'm taking that as a positive sign. Last week it did get worse the more flights I walked and this time not. Progress? I sure hope so because doing nothing is really starting to irk me. And honestly, I'm afraid of how my fitness will fair once I am able to finally start working harder. I hate that feeling of being totally winded.
Waling these is kind of fun. Ryan and I talk about all kinds of things from the hot brunette a friend got married to that turned into a psycho to dreams to training to what have you. I like it. It's a STARK contrast to running these stairs when everyone involved is sucking wind like mad. Those I am actually fearful of on occasion. And I'm not afraid to admit it.
I brought a bottle of water along today – that was nice to have.