Like how good it feels to push off the ground on your toes and fly through the woods with a little drizzly rain. I felt like a caged beast.
Pretty sure that all the other runners going by in the opposite direction thought that I was certifiably insane with the giant grin on my face zooming along in the chilly rain.
The non-plan plan is to continue doing 3-5 mile runs unless I hear more loud chirping. If it becomes worse, I rest more. If I continue to feel better, I ramp up the mileage. Boston training is supposed to start the first week of January, but since I A) don't have a training plan laid out and B) have a misbehaving body part, I am not feeling worried if the calendar gets pushed back a bit.
If you are FB friends with me (and if you're not, why aren't we pals yet?), you know that I have been filling in all this luxurious extra time with all sorts of ridiculous stuff.
I spent like, 8 hours baking last Wednesday. I had a small hiccup amid the extravaganza when I was faced with a power outage for an hour. They were replacing transformers in my neighborhood. I used the time to make a batch of chocolate peppermint truffles that needed only the gas burner.
I went to hit golf balls with Adam and friends at Top Golf. Golf is still stupid, but drinking beer and hanging out with friends is still fun.