Despite my goals and desires to run far today, I have let reason win out. I am going to stay in and rest my ankle. I did a lot of walking yesterday and didn’t feel a lot of pain, I was hoping I’d wake up and it would feel good to go. I would be deceiving myself and body if I said it were. I even considered taking an aspirin and heading out, the ultimate deception.

Staying home will give me a couple more hours to read a book I just bought “What I talk about when I talk about running” by Haruki Murakami. I read a review about the book at a cafe yesterday and had to run out and buy it. I hardly ever buy new books, but this one beckoned. I have read several of his fiction books in the past and loved them. This one is a memoir on his running life and sounded really interesting. So far (40 pages) he sounds a lot like myself in that he runs not to be competitive but to enjoy his own self-accomplishment. When he does race, he races against the clock not others. He also runs about the same weekly miliage I do! I am really looking forward to this little book.