Fun thing for the day: I pulled on my ugly Nikes and went for a run.
Yeah, you heard me. A run was my fun thing for the day. That’s pretty shocking coming from me, since I’ve suffered from a tragic running allergy for many years. (Don’t laugh. Someday there will be a telethon for people like me, and I’ll ask you for money.)
It’s only recently that I started to overcome this severe, but extremely rare, medical condition.
I was slowly making progress, doing my run/walk thing a few times a week. And just as I was making the transition from “Do I have to go running?” to “Yay, I get to go running!”, I injured myself.
Somehow I did something mean to that tendon that wraps underneath your foot from one side of the ankle to the other, and it was incredibly painful. So I took a couple weeks off, felt better, and yesterday I did a quick test run.
This morning I was back in action! I jogged out the door, ran around Ruth Hardy Park and started the day with a little sweat.
OK, a lot of sweat.
It felt so good to be in motion, planting my feet down and springing forward, all while listening to old-school De La Soul. And as I made my way back home, a guy on the street called out to me, “Bitchin’ shoes!”