Alright, it wasn’t all good today, went out for the last run of 2011. It was a 10 miler in the hills of Chicot with an unexpected group but a great group nonetheless. I felt a bit unsorted on the drive and a short run the night before was proving more over bearing than initially anticipated. I went out on the heels of Jordan from Newton (that guy can move). It didn’t take long to feel the pain I never wanted to feel again raising its head in the first few steps. I began to try to convince myself that it was merely a new pain and not the injury of old that had me sidelined for oh so many weeks. I pushed on, trudging through the mud one foot in front of the other, every step more agonizingly painful than the previous, at approximately 4.5 mile mark I was undone. I noted to my two leaders I was dropping back I would file in later, I never saw them again. I turned around immediately and walked out. The first few minutes were the worst. I beat myself up a good bit for not being smarter but then I realized, I am still a new runner so I can afford a few mistakes so this was nothing more than a learning process.
My walk was euphoric in a way, at least to the point were I was able to take some positives away. First and foremost I hadn’t lost the ability to walk, that was a good thing. But I was getting really good feet time in and for the first time I think, I was able to witness some of the beauty that is Chicot. Typically when I get to the 15 mile marker, I am spent and care nothing for the foliage or the water streams, merely the approaching view of my vehicle! But today I saw things I had never seen before on the trail. It was quite nice, helped clear my head and ignore the looming pain a midst my shins and calves. So it wasn’t an all bad day, in fact, I wasn’t even really that upset, the speed Jordan had us running was enough to get me sore for the day.