Another day, another walk. Live to walk, walk to live, etc. Of course I’d rather run, but I’m still partially crocked with my dodgy calf.
It’s been over three weeks now since it first pinged. I was foolish enough to attempt a pickleball game one week after the initial injury.
OUCH. That bloody hurt. I was back to square one.
I’ve slowly, slowly been building up with the walking each day. The 5km-ish route stays pretty much the same. I’ve picked up the pace to look like a right twat as I power walk around the town.
It’s done the job. I feel ready to return to running. But I’m increasingly cautious in all areas of my life as I age. The weekend has been pencilled in for a return to pounding the mean streets of CO7 once again.
The walk today was quite lovely. The harsh coldness of the past few days has disappeared. The snow and ice has gone. We’re waiting for the next weather phase with rain and wind incoming.
But for today, a brisk walk to the top of the town, and then back down along the Quay was what I needed.
