A fresh start

There's something appealing about beginning anew. Usually one associates such things with the springtime, but why not the fall? I had about forgotten this blog, but a former reader (one of the six or seven) reminded me of it this weekend and now, well, here I am. I'm not sure the timing is so great since my running is practically nonexistent these days. I did something (stress fracture? metatarsalgia?) to my right foot during the second leg of the Reach the Beach relay run in New Hampshire in mid-September. Since then, I've been trying to give it the rest it needs, though the two weeks I spent traipsing all over the cobble-stoned streets of Italy was not exactly rest.

Since returning from Italy two weeks ago, I've attempted to run a handful of times. The first was a disaster. I ran for less than a mile and probably should have ran even less than that as my foot was hurting quite a bit. I waited a week and then tried again with better results - some pain, but less. The difficulty now is keeping ahold of the reins and not jumping right back into running as usual.

I miss it, but I also realize that the nostalgia obscures the realities, the things about it I don't like. But, of course, I'll return... I always do.