So, the aforementioned stent definitely makes things tricky. It didn’t stop me from taking a jog on Friday afternoon with new running buddy (Hi Jon!) and honestly, I think having someone else around made it easier to forget there was any pain but considering the fruit punch experience afterward (inside joke that might be TMI even for me) it definitely meant jogging might not be the best choice. Thus, when a houseguest showed up for the weekend who was worried about my health, I agreed to walk.
Walking is totally cool. I mean, you get to take more photos of strangers and weird graffiti you see. And um…you can talk without being sweaty. And if you get tired you can stop and have a glass of sangria on the deck of a fancy restaurant. Plus you can wear cuter shoes when you walk.
Yup. Walking. No fruit punch concerns here.
I really just wish I was running. And I’m trying super hard not to be whiney about this point.