I was only going to do a short run today. At the end, I hit eight miles and stopped. My Achilles tendons are sore, and I don’t want to aggravate them. I also am finding that my left foot is looking more and more battered each day. I’ll have to find a solution to both of those, and in the meantime, I don’t want to push too hard every time I’m out.
Still, it felt good. My torso felt more taut, my legs felt more powerful.
I also found myself going through a lot of thoughts. Kind of like those images you’d see in a Viewmaster, or maybe a slide show. Each one was a snippet, a vignette, kind of disjointed and disassociated from the next. They all involved times when I was feeling vulnerable or anxiety about my body, though. I remember the feelings at each moment – that sinking feeling in my gut, the lump in my throat, the nervousness.
I don’t want to feel that way again.