Yesterday I was determined to reboot the running. Left phone (camera) behind and shot film. New shoes, first since injury and the old pairs are getting pretty worn, mileage unknown as I stopped tracking. New notebook (last one filled with dribs and drabs, no mileage records.)
The maple leaves are just starting to unfurl.
I'm done with the injury now, moving on. It was some complex autistic gymnastics, dealing with that failed marathon and injury. I locked in CBT immediately to insulate my disappointment and carried on. But now I see I've been processing all of those typical runner feelings while trying to find my post injury self, spinning between denial, shame, fortitude, ennui and hope.
Thank you to runners of mastodon for the perspectives and continuity.
So I finished the 2nd roll and developed the last many months of pictures. Now a wee candy store of images awaits.