Going with the whole Springtime/Easter theme of rebirth, I went for a resurrection run this morning for the first time in 18 days. I wish I could say my feet were raised up on eagle’s wings, that I tread lightly along the sidewalks as dawn spread across Sunnyside. That everything clicked and I was able to painlessly enjoy the privilege of being back among the harrier class.
Um, yeah, not so much. I went slowly–practically a 10-minute mile pace–because I was afraid that if I went any faster I’d overstride and hurt myself. And, the ache at the top of my hamstring neither lessened nor increased as I ran, it just stayed as the same dull knot of discomfort for the entire 3 miles.
Don’t quite know what to make of that. Is it good, in that I may expect enough recovery by April 26th so that I can run through 26.2 miles? Or is it bad, an indication of an injury that needs more coddling?
Let me see how it feels tonight. Let me see how PT and the ortho go tomorrow. Let’s keep that Umbrella Theory unfurled for a few more days; it just may keep me out of a storm of tears yet.
Pigtails Flying 
So far so good.
Not getting worse over three miles is a good sign, in my humble and non-expert opinion. You were smart not to push the pace. First confirm that you can run. Then see if you can run fast.
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