Another day, another run. By this, I mean a proper run this time. Sure, it wasn’t the usual 10 km that I crave, but I did manage to get just under 5 km back in my legs.
This horrid, horrid injury has dragged on for far too long. My calf first went pop! back in early November. I’ve managed some rehab over the past couple of weeks, back on the treadmill in the gym. Small steps, etc.
I took it easy out there today. Sure, there’s no such thing as an easy run whenever I am concerned. I always aim to put in a PB. Today was maybe a very doubtful PB, let’s just tread very carefully around the mean streets of CO7, and see where it ends up.
20 minutes or so later, I was beaming. Running really is an aphrodisiac for the soul.