I ran my first mile post stress fracture yesterday.
On Sunday night I prepared appropriately.
I layed out my appropriate gear.
I carb and sugar loaded (I went to the Pop Shop in Collingswood…)
I charged my garmin, obsessively checked the weather and didn’t sleep a wink the night beforehand.
After jumping out of bed I was ready to run (but not too much jumping, I had to save my energy…This mile does not run itself).
After not doing any of those things except going to the Pop Shop, I went for my run.
I ran. Insert ten minutes of running here…the boring part…
In summary I looked awkward, I felt awkward but I felt okay.
Then afterwords I cried. I hugged everyone nearby (which was no one). I cried some more but not before taking a selfie to document the proof.
I used map my run to compare with my garmin. I meant to take a photo of my garmin but then I realized…it didn’t matter because my garmin has been dead for 2 months and have yet to use it. One day I’ll charge it and use it for a run but not for another month. Then I documented on all my social media. No platform left behind! Instagram, facebook, twitter, everything! I would link to them but I’m too lazy…I trust you to google.
Where does this take me next?
I might run two more times (probably one more mile again) this week (granted I don’t wake up in an immense amount of pain tomorrow). I will take tomorrow off from running, possibly run on Wednesday and then maybe another mile this weekend. Only time will tell.