My recovery runs have been gradually increasing and on Saturday for the first time in 3 months I ran one mile! It was such an achievement, leaving me feeling very proud. A great way to keep you motivated when spending the nicest weekend of the year so far packing your house up.
However tonight I took my sense of achievement to a whole new level.
After walking 10 minutes listening to the bird song, running a heart lifting two miles and then walking a further 10 minutes to my temporary abode, I caught up with Paul and stretched my legs. And stretched. And stretched a bit further. For the first time in my life I touched my toes and didn’t bend my knees once!
Now for many of you this might be an easy feat. But I have always suffered from flexibility that can only be described as laughable. The one test I failed in PE at school, was the sit and reach test. I couldn’t even touch the board with the tip of my finger nails. And after months out of running due to aches caused by extreme tight muscles I can suddenly reach like I’ve never reached before. So to touch my toes is just amazing. John’s physio must be magic!
I would have taken a photo but I was so excited of my new discovery I jumped up waving my hands in the air.
So here is a picture from my run of the beautiful evening instead: