I am tempted to say that it’s incredibly disheartening to have to stop running after two miles because my ankle doesn’t want to cooperate as much as the rest of my body. Especially as I knew what was happening: the ankle did feel fine during the run, but did start to feel a little sore after I was back home and icing.

But instead, I’ll say that I was happy to realize how good running makes me feel. As such, “glorious” doesn’t seem to quite sum up how happy I was to run again yesterday, even if it was only for a couple of miles, and feel myself revel in the fact that I’m stronger now than I’ve been in a long time. Even if I’m limited as I recover from a stupid injury.