Taste of the past…

Ran yesterday. Only a mile and a quarter.
But it still felt good.
I’m finally getting over a surprisingly painful ankle injury, caused by stepping on one of the kids’ toys.
Fat man + bad ankle = hesitancy to really push physical limits
But I think I’m good now – finally, after a month and a half.

So right now, I’m pleased when I can break a 10-minute per mile pace,
which I did yesterday.
However, at the end of the run, I kicked it in for the last 200 meters and nearly reached my old running pace.
I don’t know how I did it before, but it’d sure be nice to do it again.
Now, to balance dreams with reality and see what’s wise.
Open the gates…

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