WEATHER: Chilly, windy.
MILES THIS WEEK: Erm….13ish.
WHERE TO: Thus far? Barely a block from home today.
MOOD: Fragile in body, lazy in spirit. Also kind of itchy.
Nothing in my body is quite back to any sort of normalcy yet since last weekend. It took a whole three days before I could stand up or sit down without vocalizing. My walk was particularly pitiful-looking, so much so that my editor at work told me on Monday that, instead of me going to talk to him in his office when he hollered for me (for my workplace is the apex of professionalism), we could just yell across the hall to each other.
As it stands right now, running again is still tough. I know, I know; I had planned on a luxurious month or so of doing anything but running post-race. Biking! Power-walking! Jazzercising! 1980s Jane Fonda aerobics videos! Shakeweights! Learning to play the theremin! Calming the house thermostat wars! Working on my issues with relatively innocuous words like “naughty,” “fungible,” and “hosiery”!