A.M. 5.12 miles w/ 1.25 at AT.
Again my first few steps out of bed brought me pain, but not as much as the day before. I sauntered along to East High--just to see the Black Sheep radiating that post-interval work afterglow. Yes, I long for my old love, the track. I chatted with Chad briefly, who gave me his condolences, and I explained that I of the injuried achilles wished to be among them. I ran one mile at AT pace. The pain was minimal, but 1 lap into what was to be the second of 3 repeats, the pain intensified. I stopped, logged a lap or two and headed home.
I stretched and ground out my calves and achilles with my plastic healing amulet, speaking silent incantations from my runner's soul, that my soles, will soon be able to be what they are. Shortly before leaving for work, my achilles began to ache with a throbbing pulsing pain. I told myself I had felt this pain of healing before.
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P.M. Another blood offering to sate my afflictor for the evening. 1.04 mi. | 