Nothing was more applicable this morning than that somewhat trite saying, "Have a good run." We say it alot, we runners, to each other, just like people say, " Have a nice day" but sometimes it just rolls off the tongue without a lot of meaning. When a friend of mine said that to me at 6:15 this morning, it really sank in. This has been a trying week. What with my post of Tuesday night and then the torrential downpours in Boston here all day yesterday. Rain is fine, but not so fine when it affects your living space. Enough said.
So, this morning when I awoke, I decided despite everything, to go for a run. Yes, within a mile or two my left achilles was screaming at me, but I kept on, slow and steady and decided to just do it and love it for what it was: a great way to be outside and moving my body.
The next two days I will rest the leg and I've decided to re-connect with my therapist... my PHYSICAL therapist, that is. He's the best and at this point, my self-treatment is not enough. Plus I have Falmouth coming up on August 10, so I need to be in good shape for that.
Be well.
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