I ran today for the first time in probably months. I didn't take a watch, and didn't have any goals, except to finish my 3.5 mile route without limping home. And I did fine, only stopping twice.
The first time two elderly women in an old yellow Cadillac stopped me on the road to ask directions to the Hazardous Waste drop-off site--I resisted the urge to make a joke about elderly drivers and pollution prone large cars, and directed them back in the direction that they came with some added details about the hidden driveway that they missed.
The second time I stopped to pick up a nail in the road. My wife works at what is basically a truck loading/construction zone, so she gets flat tires from a nail maybe three or four times a year. Whenever I'm not in "racing mode" I stop to pick up nails and throw them to the side of the road. But today there wasn't just one or two nails; I ended up spending about 20 minutes gathering nails from both sides of the road until I had two fists full. Good thing I wasn't in a hurry.
Unfortunately, all those little injuries I had before have not gotten better during my running layoff: heel pain, foot pain in the pad behind my toes. Now that I feel well enough to start running, these injuries might not let me.
Next planned run is on Sunday. Let's see how I do then.
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