Transitions

A few weeks back, I got a minor tear in my left calf. Of all causes, it was from trip­ping down a gut­ter to avoid a skater! You’d think I had bet­ter balance.

When these things come early in a process of re-​​whatever (I’m re-​​ing a lot of things), it’s easy to fall back into bad habits. I did. I dropped most of my exer­cise, didn’t eat quite as I should. More or less went back to my before state of being.

Yes­ter­day was the Can­berra Times Fun Run, the first thing I had com­mit­ted myself (and my wife and daugh­ter) to do on this. Dur­ing the week, I con­sid­ered just not doing it. I fig­ured that would show a fairly sig­nif­i­cant lack of spine. It also offered a good oppor­tu­nity to jump back in.

So jump I did. Great weather, warm, a breeze, and 5-​​odd thou­sand friends to run with. Done in 1:18:43 accord­ing to Run­K­eeper. Not fast. I walked some of the hills. I prob­a­bly looked more like Cliff Young than Haile Gebrse­lassie. Gazelle-​​like I am not.

So, 30 min­utes slower than my best time for this event (match­ing that is my tar­get for next year). But I did it. With my girls. Together. And that’s what’s important.