I hardly dare write this, it seems like tempting the running gods and goddesses, but here I am again, after injury and illness and more injury and illness.
On my last attempt I got to week 7 before my foot had an argument with the leg of the bed and lost. This was the same leg that I fractured the ankle on in 2020, and the ligaments are feeling a bit battered again, but hey-ho. Doctors told me I can carry on as soon as I like. But then as I was recovering from that I caught a suspiciously covid-like bug, although the test was negative. Knocked me flat for several more weeks.
So I've started again (again, again....) nice and easy, very slow, and I'm on week 2. I'm repeating it before moving on to week 3, and I've called my old running buddy who is delighted to come back out with me. So a cautious hello and nice to be back but keeping fingers firmly crossed!
(And avoiding aggressive-looking furniture...)