Yesterday evening I went to the gym where I stretched and stretched and stretched, then took a sauna. I was hoping to use the steam room, but it was closed for repairs.
This morning Housemate and I got up in the dark and did a tiny walk -- three times around the neighborhood. Damn, it's cold here. It was zero degrees. We hobbled along together. I walked in a bunch of different ways -- high stepping stretched out my hamstrings, exaggerated toe motion stretched out my shins. I'm limping now, unless I really concentrate, with this funny swingy limp that has to do with not wanting to extend my left leg all the way back at the end of a stride.
My brain is coming back. I'm having thoughts again, beyond the immediate tasks. I can project forward and remember back. I'm starting to forget the pain and the desperation of the marathon, and am better able to puzzle over why it was so bad. This part, coming back to myself, feels great.
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