It wasn’t a run for the ages. And many may argue, correctly I might add, that it was barely a run. But when feet met pavement this morning, I must admit, I was giddy like a schoolgirl going to a Bieber Concert, sans the high-pitched screams. OK, allow the truth to materialize, there were multiple internal woots!
Yesterday I was given permission to run. With provisions, of course. I was allotted twenty minutes; I had to run/walk; and I was ordered to take it easy. But… No “buts” and keep the “ands” and “ifs” to yourself, sayeth the good doctor.
Alas, I promised to abide by the rules set forth and this morning, just after 5 AM, under darkened skies and accompanied by a cool breeze, I stepped onto the cold cement. Barefoot.
Yup, I am bringing barefoot back. Alright, I am not bringing barefoot back per se; I am merely integrating it back into my running. Thus I figured now would be a good time since I will be slowly building my running back up. I am wise like that.
And so it went, run a few streetlights then walk a streetlight until I reached my predetermined turnaround point. Repeat until I reached the homestead. It was slow, but it was nice. In a month, I hope to have my groove back.
My streak stops at 47 days of no running.
Joy to the Run!