…make that 4 miles!
After a most impatient week off, I took the calf out on a
test run this morning. The mister and I
chose the gentlest run in our arsenal.
It was hardly easy after eating bonbons all week, but eight hours
later the calf seems to be holding up.
I’m not celebrating just yet since I hear irrational superstition is the
hallmark of all great athletes. And I’m
still quite cautious in my return by not running again until Tuesday. Tomorrow I’m going back to the friendship
circle that is the pool at my gym. Here’s
hoping that the janitorial staff will have cleaned up the bloody bandaid floating
in the deep end by tomorrow morning.
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