Today was Day 6 of PT. I ran in light rain, which was preferably to the more humid days I’ve recently endured before I ducked out of them and settled into a duskier time frame. Yet my pace was slower than usual, owing to this being my third running day in a row.
My legs are eaten up with spider bites, gouged out in the spots above the back of my ankles by my tres fashionable shoe choice Saturday night and just sore. Really sore. Last night as I tried to sleep my right leg kept lapsing into this restless, dully painful sensation. But on the track today I kept them moving. It seems almost miraculous that as the soreness increases, so does the stamina.
And out on that field, where soccer players huddle, older people in hats stroll and triathletes sprint, I’ve started to slip into my “zone” more comfortably than ever.
Glad to have the day off tomorrow, though, for some yoga. My dear, dear yoga, which has recently been confined to a once weekly slot in my workout rotation. Where it…will probably remain. Sacrifice.
