Well, I am up and running some. I'm still going slowly and allowing my body to try to adjust back to the more active lifestyle. Over the weekend I put in a 2 mile tread mill run and did it in right at 30 minutes. I felt real good about that coming off the injury. Yesterday I did my first real outside run in over 2 months! Sheesh! I did 2.2 miles in 27 minutes. I was pretty happy with it except I really wanted to push it to the 3 mile mark.  There is is a little .4 mile trail through the park and adding an out and back on it at the end of the run would have made 3 miles exactly! But I have to stir up that discipline to not tag it on! My body was hurting but my mind was exhilarated to be running again! As excited as I was I could not risk the injury that can come from doing too much too quickly; so I held back.  I realized then that the discipline to hold back like that is more important than the discipline to make myself get out and run when I don't feel like it! This body ...

Okay so yesterday was supposed to be my long run. It had been over a month since I'd run over 5 miles or so. To help myself be successful in my endeavors I set two goals. Running two hours was my minimum, I would not accept less than that of myself. The second goal was I really wanted to do 10 miles. It didn't have to be in the two hours of course... I met several obstacles that I was not expecting. For one it was already in the upper 80's and I really wasn't prepared or conditioned for that! I did wear my camelbak as I always do on my long runs. And after about 5 miles just about every joint in my body was reminding me of two things a) how old I am and b) how difficult it was to run! And my poor toes! I've lost one toenail and have two more apparently getting ready to go through the same process...And by the time I got home I was nursing two good sized blisters... how'd that make me feel? Elated!! It is sort of like a rite of passage for a runner! So I made...