Under the Gun
Just back last night from 13 days spent in the eastern part of the country, and I'm here to tell you, it is different from the West. For one thing, the East has about a zillion more trees--they are everywhere, not to mention the zillion shrubs. And the parts I was in seemed to have a zillion fewer cars than we have out here. Lest you think I'm disrespecting the West, I'll point out that parts of the East are so humid that just leaning on a stone wall (of which I saw many) will plunge you into a sticky sweat. None of the above is to the point. The point is my running life right now, which has me feeling, well, under the gun. For the last three or four weeks, I've been having pain in my lower back, my left hip, my left glutes, my left IT band, and so on. You get the idea. The odd thing about this chain of pain is that I don't feel it much when I run. So I run--and unfortunately, after I do, then I feel the pain. Just some of the greenery I ran past...