Today was the first day since the weekend that I made it up and down stairs relatively pain-free.
Not surprisingly, that made today the first day that my want to run (up, up, uphill) came creeping back in with a vengeance or, more to the truth, the first day that that urge wasn't drowned out by the ouch.
Not surprisingly, that made today the first day that my want to run (up, up, uphill) came creeping back in with a vengeance or, more to the truth, the first day that that urge wasn't drowned out by the ouch.
Now, navigating stairs is hardly the same as tackling trail ascensions but it's close enough to clear the fog to reveal summit daydreams.
I'm three weeks out from another trip west, this time to the Canyonlands region of southeastern Utah. Can't wait, but need to get my feet back underneath me.
Underneath me and functioning, that is.
Bring on the baby steps of recovery...and dry soil.
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