Yesterday I ran outside for the first time since the injury setbacks in December. I missed seeing the horses grazing in the fog-blanked pastures, the neighborhood cats on their morning patrols, and the stars shining bright in the dark sky. Out on the roads, I even passed a fellow runner who I have known for at least five years. I smiled and waved excitedly. She probably thought I was crazy, but I have greatly missed those simple things. It is good to be home and running.
Today, I went to J. B. Starkey Park and RAN. It felt amazing. I will make that post and get my pictures together later.