I'm not the superstitious type, but I'm almost afraid to write this - to proclaim anything - for fear of upsetting the fates and having everything collapse again. Let's hope I have finally turned some kind of corner.
Mind you, I'm not talking about anything impressive. Just some 4-5 miles jogs at 8:00 per mile pace (on the downhills). But at least there is a little wear and tear on my running shoes again, and some sweaty running togs to throw into the washer. That's got to be progress, right?
With some luck (and patience, and a careful build-up), I might even consider doing a real workout before too long, or even (gasp) a race. I'm thinking a low-key trail race, some little event where everyone is friendly and there would be no pressure at all, just smiles and fellow racers encouraging one another. Oh, and maybe some knee deep mud. Always liked knee-deep mud. Good for the skin. And the soul.
Hope to see you out there soon.
