September 2016

[Sweder]

At last, a return to running. Or at least, sweaty floundering, for that's where we're at.
 
My first run in five weeks was a euphoric, if difficult, affair. I took off around my usual route; bottom of the field (to avoid the sheep), chalk pits, woods, a stop at the water trough (for the dogs) and a run home through the field. I must have stopped at least four times, drenched in sweat, breaths coming in rattle-laced rasps. It didn't matter. I was back, and it felt GOOD.

On Tuesday I set off for the second outing. This was more typical of a return to running after a break. Pain, niggles, shortness of breath, way too hot, feelings of imminent death, that sort of thing. More stops on route, but still, a sense of satisfaction at having got out there. There's been no adverse reaction in the area of surgery, which was my main concern. So, onwards, upwards and so on. The road to Almeria starts here.