I rolled out of bed, pulled on my shorts, shirt, socks and shoes. It was in the low 60s and smelling like spring. Oak trees were shedding leaves off their limbs (a Florida fall) as new growth pushes hard. Azaleas are blooming. It was a fine morning to run. I heard the birds singing and chirping, the distant sounds of traffic moving to work and the sound of rubber hitting the pavement beneath my feet.
I ran five miles rather briskly, by comparison to my marathon training times. I made it in 44:01. It was at mile 3 that the muscle in front of my hip started chatting with me in a very cross tone. My foot was fine. I felt the ITB tendons connected at my knee burn a little. So? I got in a run and it was wonderful.
Tomorrow I'll be back to Sherlene and I'll have to have her write down the name of the muscle at my waist that's so annoying and see what home exercise I can do to pamper it/repair it.