Today was my first run after running the Boston marathon. I was itching to go out as the sun was out and I was up early. Probably too soon but I decided to go out anyway. I put my Brooks back, cut the tags off of my marathon shirt and headed out the door. About 1/4 mile in I felt it, oh my hips. I walked for a bit then started up again. It felt good to run again yet hurt. I didn’t have to worry about pace or mileage, just run for fun. I didn’t look like someone who had just run a marathon. Okay, I don’t look like someone who has run marathons but today I really didn’t.
I get almost a mile out and smell skunk. That was my cue to turn around. I really wanted to complete the mile and thought about going another way but today’s run was about running for the sake of running. I headed back, waddling through as I could feel how tight I was. Less than a tenth of what I had done 8 days prior. Discouraging as I was so slow and sore yet freeing because there was no agenda. I let my body decide
This is the first run of the rest of my life
Introverted runner and other stuff 