This morning was my psychological return to running. I managed to get up, get my ass out the door and get one hill in this morning to the sounds of the Oyster Band and Ramshackle Army.
This was the view this morning, a full morning moon hanging in the tree with a nip in the air. I admit the minute or so that I ran before the heel said "no" was truly joyous and liberating.
One hill in, one day I know I may be broken but I'm not beaten. I'm back in the classroom today helping kids learn how to write... everything's coming up Milhouse.
Let my birthday weekend commence!