Morning is Breaking

Light by the time I finshed my run this morning. At 6 a.m.!

I've taken a freelance copyediting job, on top of my day job, so my time lately has been at a premium. But my running continues, albeit a bit creakily. Saturday I did 6 along the BART path, then Sunday 5 more with my sometimes-running partner, John, along the Bay Trail heading toward Emeryville.

This morning I was out the door at 4:40 and in the middle of the road before I realized—hey, it's raining! Showing my usual wisdom and discretion in matters weatherly, I headed out and ran 5.5. As usual, I felt great by the time I hit mile 3, and finished feeling pleased with the world.

Since my recovery from my fall I find myself plagued with various small pains, the causes of which aren't easily apparent. My left heel hurt all last week, throbbing as I ran until the endorphins kicked in. Aggressive icing and steady ibuprofen seem to have alleviated the intensity of that pain, at least for now. Also, my left hip has been very stiff—odd since it was the right one that took my full weight when I fell. The left one has felt locked up, as if the hinge was bent. That also seems to have eased a bit, so on I go.

Yesterday I had stomach pains, so sharp at one point I felt a bit nauseated. I rubbed my poor belly (surreptitiously, of course), and by nightfall it seemed better. Don't know what it was about, since I hadn't eaten anything out of the ordinary.

The time is at hand to ramp up the mileage a bit. The longest run I've done since my fall was 8 miles. After I get back from Phoenix (leaving Thursday—yay!), it will be time to do a 10 and then a 12 or 13. The Avenue of the Giants half marathon is May 7, and Z and I are both signed up.