So I am running again. Very slowly, tentatively and carefully. Brief distances, just two or three miles, light steps, with stretching and lunges in between. But I am running. The foot is not like it used to be, it’s still healing. My endurance is gone. My legs are protesting.
But being outside yesterday, cruising down the Riverside Park trails which I love, I felt happy. Sweaty, slow, exhilarated, and happy, all at once.
After three short runs in three days I am resting today. Let’s just say that I am not back yet, but on the way.
My new Dutch column is here. Have a great weekend, my speedy and not so speedy friends. The weather in New York begs for running…