March 2

I went for a run this morning. I reached a point where I was losing more than I was gaining by trying to rest my injury. The toll it has taken on me mentally is worse than the pain I was feeling before I stopped running. So back I go. I did a five-minute run and it was humbling. It was not easy, and my pace was so ridiculously slow compared to where I had been. It’s a pace so slow, I previously thought it was impossible. But… I’m going to keep at it. I got there before and I’ll get there again. Going to try to repeat tomorrow and see what happens. One step at a time.