For the first time I had to walk. The soreness above my left ankle from yesterdays run, carried into this mornings. I’m not sure if it is tendon or muscle, but it’s a little too sharp for me to dismiss it. I imagine it’s my body telling me it’s not used to doing this. I guess I could have skipped today and given myself two days to rest before my long run on Monday, but figured I would try and coax my muscles into understanding how I want things to work from now on. On todays run muscles reminded me “this is a conversation. You don’t tell us what to do and we do it. We need a back and forth about this.”
I am sorry for disrespecting you muscle.