Sadly the running has ceased this past week, I ventured out on Tuesday with the pulled calf muscle and made it 2 miles when I felt the dreaded 'pop'. I limped 2 miles back to my car in a lot of pain. Yes, it was not a happy evening with perfect temps, the sort of evening you dream of after the weather we've all been through.. I've been using compression during the day at work with a calf sleeve, and in the evenings applying ice packs. The bad news is this is not a good time for this particular injury, I've got Toledo coming up on 4/22 and right now I need the miles. But now the good news, I can tell I'm healing. On Tuesday evening IF things feel correct I will venture out for an extremely easy 1 mile to test the waters. If all is well I'll work in 5 on Wed and so on to resume my normal running routine. Basically I will be in Toledo to run in April.
10 Miles with a pulled muscle.
It was and wasn't a great run. Let me explain. I could have had a much better time if I didn't have two factors against me. Traffic was a challenge, as well as the pulled calf muscle that started at mile 2. Now the good news, with those two issues I still turned in semi-respectable miles. To top it off it was just amazing out and squirrels everywhere.
Two years ago tonight.
Two years ago tonight I landed in Boston for a 3 month business trip. 3 weeks in life became rough and I once again learned how much running can mean in healing. There is no other city in the world like it, to traverse those streets while soul searching. The tradition that starts in Hopkinton and takes you to Boylston street, if you earn it. To be alone in that city of beautify people, and to feel welcomed while slowly rebuilding, and coming to grips with maybe there is something bigger happening. Thank you Boston, I'll be back, there's a finish line to reach and a mission to complete.
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I did a little running and a little doc work this weekend. On Saturday I was going to head out and then somehow pulled a muscle in my neck while stretching in my office chair. Later I did manage 7 miles at an 8:02/mile pace so I was happy with that. Yes, the neck still hurts. The rest of the day was spent shooting and doing some edits and rough sketches. It's slowly coming together bit by bit and step by step. And I really need to update the date on the clapboard.
Ryan (That's me)
Runner, writer, and a survivor. It's all about living the life you want and helping each other along the way.