When I was in my teens, I couldn’t be bothered with changing into running attire for any run less than 6 miles in distance. It wasn’t that I refused to run anything shorter; I just would not change out of my street clothes to do so. Generally, runs shorter than 6 miles functioned more as transportation rather than the purpose of fitness goals. This was because I hated waiting for the bus more than I was opposed to the change in clothes. Oh, and I didn’t sweat.
These days, I find myself dressing-the-part for runs as short as 2 miles. Sadly, this about as far as I am allowing myself as I come off my self-imposed restriction from running. As a result of the time off, I’m so out of practice that it takes an embarrassingly long time to get ready-to-run. I must laugh at myself, so that I don’t become frustrated instead.
At this point in my return, I be sensitive to the fact that every distance run is worthy of acknowledgement and careful preparation. Likewise, every tug, niggle, and questionable feeling in my foot and ankle get equal acknowledgement. With that in mind, I have an appointment to have my ankle reassessed before I extend my runs any further. Please keep your fingers crossed that i will be able to move forward in my efforts to get back running on a regular basis.