flickr photo by candyls
I think I may be back on track.
Last night’s 6 mile run through the neighborhood (or 10k for our metric friends) marked the first time since I hurt my hip almost two months ago when I felt like things were starting to come back together. I didn’t feel any pain or twinges through my leg when my left foot struck, my breathing felt more relaxed, and I maintained a nice pace and a good line without feeling like I was thrashing along the sidewalk. Hills are still not fun, and they will always remain challenging (and unavoidable in quake-formed San Francisco), but running flats and downhills I felt strong and a little bit exhilarated. Not the fabled runners high. I just felt great moving along at a good clip, passing people making their way home at the end of the day, and listening to the traffic sounds on the busier streets. I’m definitely a city mouse. While the tranquility and solitude of trail runner appeals to some, bombing along concrete sidewalks dodging trustafarians and incautious drivers on Valencia Street stirs my soul.
Crazy I know. But not as crazy as the notion I might be able to train up quickly to run the Austin Marathon in mid-February. I’ll let you know how that turns out.
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