Ive spent this month missing running. Wishing I could just get out of bed and go for a run. 3 miles. 6 mies. 8. 10. Whatever my training log called for.
But today, most of all I really miss it.
Its the first nice day in a few weeks. So I would have been running bundled up like an eskimo with just my eyes sticking out from the gator but today I would have relished the light jacket and who know maybe even the pair of shorts. Plus Ive got a lot on my mind. Two friends are having serious health issues. Ive got a seminar to prepare for next month. Business is slow. These are concerns that pinball around my head but when I run I can work them out. Seemingly. Or at least exhaust them. But this month Ive been confined to working them out in the gym, lifting weights and cycyling in place like a Hamster. My weight has gone up. 188. 193. 197. 201. My achilles feels great at times. In the morning though its tight as ever. I limp the hallway to let Shea out. Limp back to bed. Popping anti-inflamatories twice a day and going for Physical Therapy where Paul stretches me and hooks me up to electrodes to stimulate the muscle. Shea could use some running and so could I
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