i've had a pretty tough 34 days. it's been 34 days exactly since i sprained the fuck out of my right ankle. sprained it so bad i thought it was broken. see my previous post.
today i ran. i ran deliberately slow and controlled and oh so careful because i have some goals for 2020 to do some very hard things and i need my ankle to allow me to do these very hard things.
my ankle is achy and sore but painless. running felt wonderful but hard. my cardio has suffered with that short break but nothing to worry about. my training starts in earnest the second week of january so i've got time to get it together before then.
today i did a very scary thing. i signed up for the iceage 50. i sort of want to puke. i've run the 50K before and never in a million years thought i'd ever want to run 50 miles... but here we are once again proving never say never is indeed a thing.
“Courage is not the absence of fear.
It is rather not letting your fear control your actions”
~ Brett Harris
sometimes you have to do hard things to know you're alive, strong, and that life is as beautiful as you know it is.
