After some recent 20-mile weeks,
my running log showed a dismal 3 miles last week as I struggle back into some
semblance of fitness again. Almost all of my symptoms have disappeared,
and I am thankful after all that I only missed 6 days of running, which I have
to attribute to a combination of cross-protection from the influenza vaccine I
had in October, the rest and good nutrition of last week, and the careful
easing back into exercise. at the end of the week. This hard-won
"getting back, regaining, recovering" of lost ground after an injury
or a sickness is one of the minor miracles that we as runners are perhaps too
accustomed to experiencing. But I am thankful for the beginning of the
journey to "restoration to health and vigor!"
And today I was ready for some
therapy of a more intense kind, so I turned to my trusted friend Dr. Bearpen
for a little consultation. He prescribed four miles of
relentlessly-climbing mountain, capped with a bracing dose of spectacular
view: the lakes of South
Carolina gleaming brightly on the horizon, the
afternoon sunlight warming my shoulders. Doctor's orders.
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