It was supposed to be closer to 50, but after my crash and burn last Saturday, I feel fortunate to be able to put in the miles that I have.
I always wear an ankle brace when I run, and I am almost entirely pain-free, but the pace is slow -- maybe because I'm still a little tentative, and I'm always very tired afterward
the fatigue doesn't make a lot of sense, but hey, I'm retired. I can take a nap.
It could be too just my reaction to stress. Wednesday afternoon, I learned that my 50 year old sister had died
at home, alone. Her 19 year old son found her
She had a long history of health issues, many of them self-induced, so it's not a huge surprise, but it's still awful, and especially that it happened the way it did. Her son does not want to have a memorial for her. As her next of kin, it is his prerogative, but it does not help with closure.