It is hard to resist the temptation to run farther than I have been told to do in the first days of my transition...
On Tuesday I ran about 300 m, and I would really, really have ran further, longer....
However, my calves still felt somewhat sore on Thursday, so I waited for my next run till yesterday (Friday).
I only ran slightly more, but after about half of the distance, I saw before me the image of a child, running happily, just for the joy of moving. More or less consciously I tried to mimic the posture of that child... Only slight adaptations of the form I was running in, but for one reason or another it made a huge difference in how my running felt... And in only seconds I felt joyous like a child, and ended my short run with a big, big smile on my face...
(Oh yes... no sore calves today.)
On Tuesday I ran about 300 m, and I would really, really have ran further, longer....
However, my calves still felt somewhat sore on Thursday, so I waited for my next run till yesterday (Friday).
I only ran slightly more, but after about half of the distance, I saw before me the image of a child, running happily, just for the joy of moving. More or less consciously I tried to mimic the posture of that child... Only slight adaptations of the form I was running in, but for one reason or another it made a huge difference in how my running felt... And in only seconds I felt joyous like a child, and ended my short run with a big, big smile on my face...
(Oh yes... no sore calves today.)
