Just keep swimming.

When you experience injury, never again do you take movement for granted. Running is a privilege, it truly is.

My mental processes when I ran 2.4 on Thurs- but before that:

A reason why I think being in your element of running, a primitive action that predates the modern Olympics, reveals much. When you huff and puff, and push yourself towards that finishing line, when your mind is jumbled with thoughts- the clash of encouragement and discouragement- when you feel true blinding (literally too, when sweat gets in your eyes, ick) pain, it is then you feel alive. This is also the reason that I am against running with music. Music numbs the pain, it takes your mind away from the action itself. All self-reflection and rich experience dissipates.

12:48 is pretty good. I am satisfied at least. My ankle swelled up like a balloon. I removed my shoe and limped off the track. It's always the after. I comfort myself, at least it''s not the in-between.

My mental processes: I kept playing the line in my head "I am free to run, I am free to dance, I am free to live for You." It kept me going when my calves were feeling taut, when I was feeling breathless, when people were overtaking me.

Maybe one day, my ankle will take me further than my stamina does.

Swimming on the other hand...I love the embracing of the water and the rush of sound during the transition between land-water and vice versa. Being in an underutilized pool helps. No self consciousness, just plain operation of limbs. Leaves suspended in mid-water, sunshine peeks through the overhead trees.

These moments maintain my sanity.