looking back

I ran two more times, each time two miles. The tendon is not exactly tender, but somehow I still sense an imbalance, a tension, a heat on my left side. I ran every other day. Perhaps I am too cautious.

Looking back, it is hard to reconcile my status as reluctant runner with the persistence I exhibited when running. I did not skip a planned run more than once or twice in six months, and then I simply integrated the gap in the schedule as a rest day, and ran on the planned rest day instead.

I am unquestionably tenacious, although the trait comes bundled up with an assortment of shortcomings. I am also occasionally lazy, often self-indulgent, now and then disheartened, sometimes prone to feeling sorry for myself. And relentlessly busy with other things. It is not that I planned to be so diligent. It is not that I had to persuade or force myself to run. It simply never crossed my mind to slack.

Now, that I am aware of the possibility, I wonder if this diligence is going to last.