One more setback
Compared to an appendix, this is nothing. Maybe thats why its so frustrating.
Went out for a few really good runs between the last post and this - really felt like progress was being made. The rust was flaking off slowly, not to the point where I would say I was polished - rather, I was entering a state of decreased tarnish. Just over a week ago, I out for a slow, easy run - but, the November night felt far too warm for its Novemberness. I blame the night, the weather, the global warming - for that night misrepresented itself as a summer evening. My legs reverted to summer mode, my lungs followed suit. As I pushed through the three mile mark, I caught up with another runner - made some small talk - ended up doing 3 miles together. Being a cross country runner, our 6:30 mile pace was easy for him. Being out of shape, the 6:30 felt like hell for me. Being a tough guy (read: idiot), I kept up. No sweat.
At work the next day, I felt good about myself. After all, I had just run 7 miles - way ahead of any sort of schedule I could have dreamed up in my head. And the pace! The pace was back to those ethereal nights of August, when I logged carefree mile after carefree mile.....
What was that sensation in my calf... muscle tightness... certainly nothing to be alarmed about...
I was prudent, and cautious, and skipped that day's run. I was saving up energy, and dreaming of a short run Saturday, and the first long run in months would take place on Sunday afternoon.
Saturday came, and after a day of getting some work done - I couldn't wait any longer. I laced up, and rushed out to search for that fleeting feeling of just two nights earlier. Within one block, I had it. Within 2 blocks, the feeling decided to redefine its fleetingness.
What was that sensation in my calf.... pain... soleus pain... certainly something to walk about.....
So thats where we stand now. A strained soleus. Haven't run in a week. Dying to run, and breathe the cold air.
Patience is virtue, glasshoppa.
Went out for a few really good runs between the last post and this - really felt like progress was being made. The rust was flaking off slowly, not to the point where I would say I was polished - rather, I was entering a state of decreased tarnish. Just over a week ago, I out for a slow, easy run - but, the November night felt far too warm for its Novemberness. I blame the night, the weather, the global warming - for that night misrepresented itself as a summer evening. My legs reverted to summer mode, my lungs followed suit. As I pushed through the three mile mark, I caught up with another runner - made some small talk - ended up doing 3 miles together. Being a cross country runner, our 6:30 mile pace was easy for him. Being out of shape, the 6:30 felt like hell for me. Being a tough guy (read: idiot), I kept up. No sweat.
At work the next day, I felt good about myself. After all, I had just run 7 miles - way ahead of any sort of schedule I could have dreamed up in my head. And the pace! The pace was back to those ethereal nights of August, when I logged carefree mile after carefree mile.....
What was that sensation in my calf... muscle tightness... certainly nothing to be alarmed about...
I was prudent, and cautious, and skipped that day's run. I was saving up energy, and dreaming of a short run Saturday, and the first long run in months would take place on Sunday afternoon.
Saturday came, and after a day of getting some work done - I couldn't wait any longer. I laced up, and rushed out to search for that fleeting feeling of just two nights earlier. Within one block, I had it. Within 2 blocks, the feeling decided to redefine its fleetingness.
What was that sensation in my calf.... pain... soleus pain... certainly something to walk about.....
So thats where we stand now. A strained soleus. Haven't run in a week. Dying to run, and breathe the cold air.
Patience is virtue, glasshoppa.
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