Last week, I went for a run.
I was just four days shy of two months out from an ankle sprain that I obtained on my last run. It’s gotten a lot colder since August 29.
Happily, I made it farther than I expected, and discovered I’d not lost all endurance. Of course, the fact that I was scanning the ground for devious sticks detracted a bit from the sheer joy of moving quickly through the air.
There was a moment of horror earlier in the day, when I felt a minor pain in a different part of my ankle. I’d already decided that it was time for my first post-injury run, and was gearing up to be pretty darn irritated if it didn’t work out. Fortunately, the pain went away, and no violence occurred.
I have to admit that, while I did visit a sports clinic, I have not been as diligent with my exercises as I should be. Part of the reason for that is that my 19 month old thinks the resistance band is hers, and tries to pull it off my foot during reps.
So, we are back to square one. Or maybe square one and some change. I ask once again, am I running yet?