Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Thoughts of Wings Open Wide

These two crummy legs on which I sail through this city have been through a lot in such a short amount of time, and it is only evident that it has been the reason for my accidents. My practice has, for the most part, never been short-sighted. Failure, after failure, after failure, I have calculated every mile and pace as I re-enter the battle arena, and never do I intend to stop gathering the data that I, myself, create.

It has been about 4 weeks now since my last good voyage through the Katy. In my most latest assessment, my right knee hasn't been looking to return to normality, and that very phantasmic thought kills me. I am missing one of my favorite smackdowns of the year: Dash Down Greenville. It's an unfortunate event for me, but I guess this is an attack on my memory. Never should have I overestimated my abilities to take on some of the workouts that I gave myself. Those bits of information throughout my run should have never been ignored.

Today I swirled around the Katy trail for 2 measly miles. I'll take whatever though. My leg was in pain for the last half of the run, and doesn't seem to be getting much better.