Much like Goliath was after he was hit by the suburban, I was hesitant even afraid to get back into my usual grind. The suburban took away the confidence in Goliath, like the MRI took mine. We both know that there will always be a threat, only difference is mine wouldn't mean my life.
I woke up this morning at 5am for strength training, and then a four mile run. Strength training was part of my current Gym experiment, even if I'd like to pretend it was me trying to be a better runner. The guilt that sets in when I don't run Goliath, is intense so after that class I came home, immediately snapped on his leash and we went out. The sun was still rising, and my husband was still not rising but we clocked four full miles anyway.
I dropped my phone twice, and one of those times I didn't even realize it until a half mile later. At that point, I was really tired and my legs felt like anchors but I couldn't have ran faster to try and find it. Naturally, Goliath was the only one who didn't mind the extra minutes. He found the phone first, and circled it. He found the phone probably a full thirty seconds before I could even see it.
No, there wasn't anything extraordinary this morning. No PR miles. No giant revelations. No victories. Just a new relationship with a positive attitude, a knee brace and ice.