I have finished
moping recuperating from Saturday’s fail. Sunday and Monday I got in some nice neighborhood walks with my boys. But I did not run. It’s not that I thought that I would never run again. Nothing’s that bad. I do believe I’ve reached the point of no return. As long as I am able to run, I will run. Still, I think that I owed myself a rest. Sunday, I was not all-together well, still a bit weak. I slept most of the day away.
Today, I dusted myself off and “got back on the horse.” While hubby cooked dinner, I decided to put in a short run in and about the marina. I ran five easy miles. I had no goal whatsoever in mind. I merely ran.