Abruptly awakened from its lengthy slumber it rapidly adjusted to the burdened thickness of the air and the blazing brightness of the pale sky. Despite the extended break, it quickly recovered its natural instincts and began the search. Eye to the sky, craving unseen hulks maintaining a safe distance but constantly watching. The search started slowly, but once the first was found the pace quickened. Soon two, then three, then enough to satisfy its need. With a quick flash of zeros and an eager anticipation of impending movement the Garmin was back.
Reunited, and it feels so not entirely bad.
1.93 glorious miles run this morning. Started with a .8 mile walk to check if I was really going to be able to step up to a run, then finally shifted into a run, followed by another ~1 mile walk to cool down, much stretching, much ice, and much Advil. So far the aftermath seems to be OK. My first steps tomorrow morning will probably be the true test, but for now I’m just enjoying the fact that I got through a run, and that I may have actually been patient enough to allow myself to recover without heading back to square one. Sticking with my ‘listen to my body’ approach to getting back to training, yesterday my foot seemed to be telling me that it was time to give it a try. Not something that I can really explain, but something just seemed different in a vaguely positive way.
Not sure what this means in terms of next-steps, short-term or long-term schedules, etc., and resolved not to worry about any of that right now. For approximately 2 wonderful miles I was a runner again today, which made me and my Garmin very happy.