I feel like an old man.
Obviously, there are older men than me. Obviously, there are men my age and younger who are in worse health. Perspective is so important.
Aren't comparisons supposed to be with ourselves? That's supposed to keep us from falling into the rabbit hole of self pity, since there's always someone who's better-looking, stronger, faster, whatever than we are. So what happens when your ideal comparator - yourself from before - is all of that? The maxim falls apart at a certain point. Sort of like quantum physics compared to regular physics. There are different rules that apply.
On the plus side, while the Achilles still seems tender to touch most of the time, it doesn't seem to be flaring up with the limited mileage I'm giving it so far. As with most comebacks, caution (or is it paranoia?) keeps me from pushing the outer layer of the envelop too hard. I've gone 4 miles a few times, but never twice in a row. I've run a couple of miles at close to 8 minute pace, but only at the end of a shorter run and never with serious effort. Limiting myself to 4 miles for at least another 2-3 weeks.
Officially declaring the floor project complete. Borrowed a nail gun from a friend, got some YouTube education on installing trim. Took much more time than I was comfortable with getting things cut and fit together. Really happy 99% of it.
Next up ... I dunno.
Running in the morning this week. Not feeling the heat and humid thing. The morning's are more humid than afternoons, but 65-70 and humid is better than 90 and humid.
Books read in the last few weeks:
- Lila, Marilynne Robinson (meant to read Gilead, but it wasn't available - reading it now)
- Where the Crawdads Sing, Della Owens
- Casino Royale, Ian Fleming
- The Kingdom, Jo Nesbo
- Looking for Alaska, John Green
- A Separate Peace, John Knowles
- Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, Rowling
- The Tales of Beadle the Bard, Rowling
Watched a bizarre movie the other night called Iron Sky. Imagine that the Nazis had a secret space program near the end of the war and established a colony on the far side of the moon. Why this isn't a cult classic, I've no idea.
Happy running, folks.