Slow Recovery

I am beginning to understand that recovery will be a slower process than I ever imagined.

Yesterday, after opening gifts, followed by a delicious breakfast casserole I headed to our bedroom to change into my running clothes. Powered with "AA" batteries, my new outdoor thermometer broadcast ed a comfortable forty five degrees.  There was no wind or clouds to speak of, just perfect running weather.

Once she saw me in my running clothes, Molly, our dog,  could barely contain herself almost knocking me over several times before I could get her leash on.

It's been three long weeks since I've run, even so, with feet feeling pretty good I thought I'd cover my three and a half mile loop with ease. After a mile I felt good enough to think about changing course for a five mile jaunt; completing just two miles, I was ready for an "About Face".

My right foot was the worst, but thankfully the "injury" or what ever has bothered me in my arch/heel area was not the issue. My feet were simply on fire with both the bottoms and tops of my feet begging relief. It was an easy choice to head directly home but even so, another mile was awaiting; I ran most of it knowing walking would not bring much comfort.

Perhaps the Docs would tell me I was stupid, that I should not be running but for me it was still worth it. Filling my lungs with fresh air, running the trails I love so much made me feel alive again if only for less than an hour. Wrapping my feet in cold face-cloths and later with ice brought relief. I'm not so crazy that I'll go back out today to run but I will try later in the week.


Later ............ Mike