My first week back into what might reasonably called 'training' has felt like a string of tiring, achy and frustrating plods. But, I'm running and I'm loving every minute. The legs still feel borrowed from someone else (a person made of wood) and I can't believe how slow I am but I'm back where I belong; peeling away the grubby work skin and getting out, breathing the cool and clean outdoors air into my lungs. It feels wonderful.
I'm feeling inspired and as hungry as ever to get back my race legs and so looked on longingly as the lean racing machine (M) led the way on our morning run. I've got some way to go yet before I'm snapping at his heels again but I'm feeling the force is near; the hard work ahead and a bit of patience will surely pay off..."Do or do not. There is no try" (Yoda).
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