Running Today

Some becks are so small that for most of the time they don't exist.They just show as an eroded depression in the ground. This one doesn't even have a name but after a day of wind and rain it's doing a pretty good job of convincing everyone it should be upgraded. Like a double shot latte it's foaming through the wooded banks to throw itself into the Derwent River on the other side of the path.
I like its determination to make the most of its fleeting energy after weeks of being just a limp trickle.
It's definitely a sign of celebration for me as for the past year I've been a limping trickle myself, suffering from plantar fasciitis . Today is the first time I've been able to run the circuit over the bridge to Camerton and back without hobbling or wincing. Like the beck I like downhill running best and have so missed the joy of letting gravity take over.
With luck and the will-power to continue doing the tendon and muscle stretches daily I'll avoid becoming a dry ditch of a person and keep running in full flow indefinitely.