Boy, I just can get past this calf that’s been dogging me this fall. This morning, I ran a mile, walked a mile, and then ran another one without a twinge.
Then I rode to work, rode at lunch, and rode home without feeling anything.
After supper, I went on a walk with Pam, and after a mile it knotted up again like it was before. So much for not running for a week to let it heal…..
All I’ve gotta say is that at the ripe old age of 48, I can sure tell the body isn’t what it used to be.
Lord, please give me patience!