So, yesterday I ran an 8km route and it nearly killed me. The weird part about running for the first time or making a comeback run is that you suddenly feel all these muscles you use while running.
I woke up and my legs were sore, sure, that’s normal. However, my neck was a bit stiff, my back was heavy because of my running posture; I even felt it a bit of a soreness in the glutes (which I’m okay with since bikini season requires buns of steel. Or so I’ve been told).
Thus, today I decided I’m not going to immediately run again, I’m just going to make sure to walk.
Walking is underestimated by most people. It’s relaxing, a great way to burn calories, and, if you pretend, you can feel like you’re back in the old days, as a nomad traveling vast distances to reach exotic destinations.
Overactive imaginations aside, when you aren’t running, you should walk. You don’t need to run 10km a day, I really don’t believe that. Ten minutes of walking is a whole lot less pain and a whole lot more fun. Plus, the whole nomad thing.
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