First run in 4 weeks

Finally some movement

Did my first run in 4 weeks today. A cautious on/off run-walk in the Olympic Park in Munich, my forever home turf.

To be honest, it wasn’t the liberating revelation with tears of joy in my eyes and goosebumps on my arms I had expected after the longest time off running since I started in 2013. Although it was a very promising comeback (I felt no pain in my hip, just a little pressure), I kept rather cool during those 55 minutes.

Maybe because it was a truly spontaneous decision to give running a try today. Not an impatiently expected date, marked red in the calendar for weeks.

Maybe because I know that it is still a long way to go. Recovery is a process and I have only made another tiny step.

Maybe because I do not trust this deceptive peace. The injury could return with a vengeance. Or simply not disappear completely.

Maybe because I had already adapted to my new life as an injured runner. Who knows.

Either way, I am thankful for today’s run. It was movement. Both, of the body and in the mind.

(My first run in 4 weeks leaves me rather puzzled)