When I signed up for an October half marathon several months ago, I didn’t realize that I would somehow hurt my leg or that it would take weeks and weeks to heal, despite a clean MRI and this diagnosis from the doctor: “You probably just banged it. Ice it and rest.” But my idea of rest is an active one—I like to clear my mind and recharge my body through movement—so I’m ecstatic that I’m finally able to run again. I’m not sure yet whether I’ll try the half marathon; I’ll just take it day by day and see how I feel.
For now, some photos to document my joy at running again.
My colorful running sneakers, which always make me feel energetic and positive about going for a run. My mom has the same sneakers, though, in the same size, so we have to be sure not to mix them up.
Todd and I out for a jog in the Bronx Botanical Garden early on a Saturday morning (when it’s free!). We managed to run three miles this day, which is pretty good considering a few weeks ago I could barely run one mile without needing to stop and walk.
The parkway near my house around 5:30 a.m. It was hard to wake up and go jogging because that morning felt a little chilly, but I did it—and I was so glad I got the opportunity to experience a little slice of the world before it awoke.