With 10 strong miles under my belt yesterday, I hit a recovery milestone today: I got hungry on a run. I only went five miles, and not particularly fast, but man it felt great to get hungry. I haven't been eating terribly well, and consumed way too much Diplomatico Friday but running three times a week you can eat pretty much whatever you want.
So to be back into caloric deprivation felt oddly satisfying.
My Achilles felt better today than it has in months, and this after a reasonably long run yesterday. Its a testament to icing, steady Advil, strength work and not pushing too hard, too fast. In other words, smart rehab. Couple that with a pair of new socks and the knowledge that I have a brand spanking new pair of trail running shoes at home to try out, and I felt like a runner again.