Running has been good for me, I didn’t realize that I’m overdoing it until my body tells me something is amiss. I’m not one to shy away from running-related pain and discomfort. I mean, it’s all part of running. But for once, I heed someone’s advice to lay off from it until things settle down. A trip back to my home country for a short visit came in handy as a distraction. Although I brought along running clothes, with the hope that I might be able to sneak in a short run. Unfortunately, I find that the hot and humid climate doesn’t agree with me anymore. Needless to say, I didn’t get to run.
Upon my return here, I’m determined to run again. But I kept putting it off. One day, I finally put my foot down and decided to just get on with it. I went for a run. I opted to go down the bay. I figured it’s not that far and I can always go back. But I forgot the uphill part of the road. I was in for a surprise. It felt like I wasn’t moving at all. My legs didn’t seem to move, the way they used to. My breath came in gasps. So, this is how it feels like to start from scratch, again. Terrible. Something tells me I’m way out of shape. My chest seemed to explode with every labored breath I took. I can feel my thighs rubbed against each other, as I walked the last few meters back to the house. I feel nauseated. This is bad.
I haven’t been running for the past two months. I’ve been sidelined with what I think to be plantar faasciitis. I’ve been to see a chiropractor, whom told me my back is out of whack. I did stop running, for all the good it did to me, which is not much. My foot is still sore and I’m miserable.
Anyway, I decided it is high time, I get on with running again. I “baby” my foot long enough, I’m afraid it will eventually become a lame excuse not to get out there. Besides, I miss being on the road. I miss the high that running gives me. And not to mention the “half” that is fast approaching.
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