God damn. I don't even remember how long it's been since I've been capable of running without breaking down and passing off as dying on the spot. It's like saying hello to an old acquaintance again. I covered three blocks going about as fast as I could push myself before needing to stop.
Considering that I'm in a tired state from working non stop every day, that's not bad. That means I could do more if I was well rested. Maybe it's a mundane thing for you folks.
But I find the fact that I'm actually recovering, and being able to move and run and do normal physical things again fascinating. All that muscle memory and that wonderful feeling of just the right amount of stress on the muscles so that they're damaged, but they heal properly.
You don't ever truly know how much you have to miss until you've lost it, I suppose.
So, my late night compatriots. You ever feel the burn? The good kind?