athletic tape.
shoes.
ice pack for the inevitable soreness after I've pushed a healing ankle a wee bit more than it was ready for.
slow improvements.
I'll take 'em.
I have a love-hate relationship with running.
But having been told I couldn't for >4 months?
I'll take what I can get.
Some time ago in this blog, I wrote:
I am, in my opinion, a mediocre aerialist. But that's not why I do it.
When I'm working on the trapeze, I Put Everything Aside. There's no room for other thoughts.
When I run, I Sort Things Out. Sometimes it's conscious, a thinking through as I run; sometimes it's just reaching a state where things settle in to my brain.
When I'm working on the trapeze, I Put Everything Aside. There's no room for other thoughts.
When I run, I Sort Things Out. Sometimes it's conscious, a thinking through as I run; sometimes it's just reaching a state where things settle in to my brain.
It's nice to be in motion again.
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