Running Again

My "injury" - or whatever it is - is finally melting away. I'm still not sure what it was. It felt, looked, and acted like a blunt-trauma. It felt like someone hit me with a baseball bat. Maybe I got clobbered by a rock coming down one of the chutes during the Salida Marathon and I was so busy with footing that I didn't notice? Then why did I not notice afterwards, including the entire next day? Still a mystery.

Therapy was wrapping with Ace bandage, icing, and staying off it.
Then lots of massage throughout every day, plus walking.
Thursday, I started with the 5:30 group, and was able to walk the entire 7-mile route in time to finish with the 6:15 group.
I only walked a mile or two the next few days after that.

Saturday, I was supposed to run the Salida Scramble fun-run and pot-luck. But instead, I waited for the plumber, who was supposed to show up between 10am - noon, but instead showed up at 4pm. It took him a couple hours.
Then I took my son to the annual auto-show downtown. We stayed until it closed at 10pm.



Monday, I went out for a shake-down cruise. I ran 4 miles slowly, stopping often to massage and probe to make sure I wasn't doing something stupid and putting too much stress on too soon. I walked the last 1.4 miles for a total 5.4 miles.
Tuesday, I ran! The usual 7.8 miles - three laps around Wash Park.
Today it doesn't hurt, so I'm heading out for what I hope ends up being 8 miles.

I can only hope this ridiculous string of misfortunes is finished and I can actually start getting some mileage in.