Well, the Begging Worked...
Over the past week, I've sounded like Ebeneezer Scrooge begging to the ghost of Christmas Future to let him live. In my case, though, I've been Stresseneezer Shins praying to the ghost of Running Future. And like Ebeneezer, I feared this particular spirit the most. I dreamed of him stealing my season, my fitness and my sanity, all in one swift kick to my tibia. But like a redeemed Scrooge, I woke up to a new day today. Three + miles over lunch, very little tenderness during the run, tiny bit after. Four Vitamin I's and and 1 icepack later, everything's still cool. God bless us, everyone. Like Ebeneezer, I'm going to be good now. No running tomorrow (back on the bike), only four miles or so on Saturday, no running on Sunday. I will be better, oh spirit, I will. :)