So my PT made me run again Tuesday. On the treadmill. For 3 minutes. And it was ok. Even so the next day. So today, while walking my dog, I ran off and on, for about 3-4 minutes. As always, tomorrow will tell. My PT is about ready to cut me off. Cold turkey.
I've been reading Out of the Dust with my ELL students and the main character, a piano playing adolescent in the 1930s during the dust storms, tries to play the piano again after her hands have been burned by a freak accident. She is told to play through the pain to stretch her fingers and skin, to heal. Text to Self: it is time to run, and stretch through my pain to regain my strength. My biggest hurdles are deciphering bad pain versus healing pain, running when I am not fast, not being able to pick up where I left off. Another way to look at it, more positively, running can become my new crush (again). Those short, quick glimpses that set your heart racing...I'm ready to fall head over heels, again.
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