I did it. I went on a successful run. I went on more than one successful run actually and I’m so darn proud of myself, if we’re being real here. I had spoken to my physical therapist earlier this week and he said it was time for me to get moving and try really running. No anti-gravity treadmill. No babying it. No 10 minute miles, really get out there and run.
Saturday rolled around and it felt like a good as time as ever. My gym doesn’t open until 7 on Saturday’s (so lazy), but I was up and out the door at 6:30. I decided to do a run around my gym so if anything went wrong, I could hobble back to my car easily. I laced up, tucked my phone into my waistband, and set my watch to go. I was off.
I plodded around as fast as I could, keeping my ankle in mind then entire time. I didn’t look at my watch to track pace, but every time it hit a mile marker, I stopped and reassessed. Was my ankle okay? Did I feel any pain? How was the rest of me doing? I ended up doing 2.5 miles outside and an extra mile inside on the treadmill for good measure. 7:40 pace. I am extremely happy about this. It’s going to be a long battle back, but starting at a 7:40 pace after 3+ months of not running is a good place to start.
But, the best part, this wasn’t my only run this weekend. My gym bait and switched me. They had a sign up saying they would be open from 5am-5pm on July 4th, so I rolled up at 5:45 to find out that none of the employees showed up. There was literally a little group of us sitting outside haha! I decided this was a sign and headed back home.
I set up shop in my front yard with some weights and did some chest exercises, but it wasn’t getting my heart pumping like I wanted. So, I asked my boyfriend if he wanted to go on a jog with me. By having him come with me to talk, I would be forced to keep a slow, comfortable pace to hold conversation. We made it 3.25 miles (not including some walking at the halfway point to assess my ankle) with an 8:20 pace. I got home and iced my ankle and I’m happy to report 0 pain. Nada. Zilch.
This journey has been full of ups and downs and downs and downs and ups. It hasn’t been a linear path, that’s for sure. But I’ve been working my butt off to come back strong and proud. And that is exactly how I feel right now. I couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate on a holiday weekend than getting back at it.
Oh wait, yes I could. A better way to celebrate would be to eat all of these little mini cheesecakes I made and never look back, which is exactly what I did. Not only were these one of the easiest desserts I’ve ever made, but they were dangggg good.
Single Serve Cheesecakes
- 6 oz light cream cheese
- 1/4 cup + 1 TBSP granulated sugar
- 1 egg
- 1 tsp of vanilla
- 1 package of mini Graham Cracker crusts (I use keebler brand)
Preheat oven to 375.
In a bowl, mix together all ingredients with an electric mixer. Divide out batter into the 6 crusts. Bake for 11-13 minutes or until the centers are no longer jiggly. Let cool and then place in the fridge for 2 hours minimum.
These little pies are everything. Just enough for a satisfying dessert, but at 228 cals, 26C/11F/5P, they won’t completely derail your attempts at healthy eating.