this morning i eased into my first workout after my latest back injury. (i'd decided to rest from my workouts for a week). shortly after i started my run, being careful to slow my pace to that weird jog/walk shuffle, my back started aching so i told myself i'd run to the mile marker and walk back. but before i knew it, i had made it to the bridge without hardly breaking a sweat. i turned around, deciding when i should stop. it felt good to run and i had truly missed it... but i knew if i pushed it like i had before, i would regret it for a week later. so i slowed to a walk, finding that it was harder to make myself stop than to keep going, even with some pain.
after about a half mile of semi-brisk walking, i found that i was completely bored. so i went back to a cautious jog, making it another half mile before time was up. in a way, the whole run wasn't very satisfying. i wanted to run. i ached for it. and i ached more to run than from my pain.
over these past 2 months, somewhere along the line, and without even noticing, i had become a runner.
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