Dave and I hate cooking up titles for every post. Sometimes there’s a natural, or clever, or just foolish title one can give, but other times all I want to do is post something, and no-o-o-o-o, it has to have a title.
I’m progressively picking up the pace of my morning run these days. Today I drew close to what would have been a slow day when I was just beginning to time my runs, even though I slowed to a walk several times when one or another joint, muscle, ligament, or tendon issued a warning. The way human anatomy tears and heals intrigues me. For several days after my fall, my left ankle hurt; then it abated and my right knee hurt; then the ankle reasserted its right to ache and my knee quiesced; and this morning, my ankle hurt a bit, but the real limit came from my left knee (which had hitherto not spoken up at all). I fell only eight days ago, so of course I haven’t healed all the way yet (I’m thankful for how very rapidly my ankle and legs have bounced back). And clearly and not surprisingly, the rest of my body has issues to work out at paces that differ based both on my daily demands and the interactions among the bones and sinews that the fall affected. All interesting, all occasions for learning more. Maybe I’ll pursue a medical degree when I retire….
(That’s a joke.)
So, morning miles, coffee and fruit, shower, Morning Prayer, appointment at R&R, picked up some local cheese for Margaret at the market square, and now I’m resting my ankle and making a budget spreadsheet for our house search.