SAD?
On days like today the darkness never really seems to go away, and I ponder about seasonal adjustment disorder. I always settle for the more mundane, however, and lament my blues on a gray rainy morning.
Hence I run. Don't know if I should have today, as my ankle felt more sore yesterday than I was okay with. But my need to run was not of a physical bent. So I looked out at the wet street and decided to make a virtue out of a necessity - take a slow, careful loop around the 'hood to confront my fears of the wet and slippery. I left my watch in the warm house before making my way out into the drizzle.
Half a mile into the run I felt a gush of emotion drain out and I knew why I had to do this run.
Ankle hurt, same place above that inner bump, with it seemingly going up my tendon for a short time. Times like this I go by feeling, and I felt like I could push it today. I'll be monitoring it and, right now, I'm icing it.
3.5 miles on this route, in a time known only to God.
Hence I run. Don't know if I should have today, as my ankle felt more sore yesterday than I was okay with. But my need to run was not of a physical bent. So I looked out at the wet street and decided to make a virtue out of a necessity - take a slow, careful loop around the 'hood to confront my fears of the wet and slippery. I left my watch in the warm house before making my way out into the drizzle.
Half a mile into the run I felt a gush of emotion drain out and I knew why I had to do this run.
Ankle hurt, same place above that inner bump, with it seemingly going up my tendon for a short time. Times like this I go by feeling, and I felt like I could push it today. I'll be monitoring it and, right now, I'm icing it.
3.5 miles on this route, in a time known only to God.
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