Turns out you can survive the first day of work after a long leave, especially if you have great colleagues that make you laugh. Also, despite the grey weather, feeling really tired at the end of the work day and wanting nothing more than running straight home, you can run the planned 10 km there. Miracles do happen, moreover, and the photography course you didn't think you'd get into suddenly has a place open for you.
What was slightly less successful (only time will tell just how stupid it was) was to opt for increasing the time for my running intervals by yet another minute, only 2 days after I increased it from 3 minutes to 4. I'm in a hurry to get back, that's no secret; up until this point I've been a really good girl and followed my physio's instructions to a T. But my patience is running low. I don't want to keep looking at my Garmin to make sure I don't run more than I should. I don't want to be back to square one. I don't want to feel like I'm cheating when I look at how fast I run, because I don't include the walking breaks. I just want to run like I used to. Go with the flow. Let my mind (and my body) wander.
I'm nervous. What will my knee think of this latest development? What will it think of running on tarmac after so many rounds in the forest? And how long will I have to keep looking over my shoulder before I can relax and accept that my runner's knee is gone for good?