Wow, that's a first. I was out the door at 4:45 a.m. for my morning plod, and during my outing crossed paths with no less than
four other runners! Unless I run along the highway (which I haven't been), I
never see anyone else that's not in a car on the roads at this early hour. They must have put something in the water around here.
So anyway, a nice little run was had (albeit shared with a bunch of other people, only one of whom bothered to shout 'hello'), with a little over six kilometres added to the running log, and quite pleasingly completed, I must add. These are not lengthy runs, to be sure, but on the back of general laziness and sloth, I am pretty pleased that my return to running fitness has got off to a pretty fair start. I feel it won't be too much longer before I'm hitting the double digit distances again.
Terry, a.k.a. my recalcitrant arthritic left big toe, is settling down, albeit in grumbling kind of way. I look forward to the first pain-free day, which I am sure is coming. As I knew all along, running is the cure. It just somehow frees up the joint and stops it, well,
calcifying, I suppose. Whatever the reason, it works. I guess sometime in the future it is going to catch up with me, but then again, maybe not, so long as I keep it moving. Time, as they say, will surely tell. But I can wait for that day. Meantime, I am really enjoying being back in the running togs.
This is the life!