Second run today following my Medial Collateral Ligament tear. The first one was three days ago, on the 4th of July. I called it my Freedom Run, because for me, a return to running is sort of getting my freedom back. That first run was across the Manhattan Bridge, about 2.5 miles in total, and when I finished I thought my quads were just going to collapse under me.
Today, I tried the waterfront parks along the East River, and then the Brooklyn Bridge and back. 3.5 miles. As I ran up the slight incline that now seems like a hill, dragging my heavy braced leg and thinking how hard this was, I met another runner coming toward me, going faster, one leg regular, one made out of metal spring and joint. This did not make my brace feel lighter, but I knew how lucky I was because I knew in time I would heal, and he would not. Then the thought came to me that, maybe he already has.
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