learning how to count again
Today is Saturday, and in memory of the heroic times when I used to have a "big run" during the week-end, I ran a 5K. Yes, I am up to three miles, back to where I was in March. Learning how to count again. Okay, so the state of my long distance running career is not exactly dazzling.
I am not sure if I am holding back because I mind the injury, or because pushing harder would reveal what I have wasted in the weeks of forced rest, a loss I am not yet ready to accept.
But these three miles were encouraging. It was an effortless output. I could have run faster. I could have run longer. In bone and muscle, in blood and nerve, the memory of running is alive. My body has not forgotten how to run.