It does finally feel as if I am back to where I was pre-Covid. It’s taken a lot of patience and a lot of hard work – and it will continue to take a lot of hard work – but I do feel like I’ve crossed some sort of threshold.
My last three runs have all been inside 6:00/km, which is really as fast as I’ve ever managed to go anyway, and I’m not very close to dying like I was when I did that back in April. In hindsight, that was a fairly foolish effort, and I’m only half proud of what I achieved.
Run-wise, at least. Staying alive was a quite a coup.
Football is fun again, rather than impossible, and my legs ache because I’m exercising, rather than because they’re full of interleukins.
It’s only taken 15 months.