Log entry, Day 11: At first it hurt when I tensed up my stomach muscles and they'd spasm at night if I stretched or flexed my feet. Now it hurts if I relax them and let my belly hang heavy. So at least I can start sucking in my gut again. I used to think my sit up routine didn't really did any (cosmetic) good; but after nearly 2 weeks without them, I can say with confidence that they make a difference. At first I just looked like I was 5 months pregnant, but as the swelling subsides I just look like I have a round little pot belly. I'm getting more healed every day AND Sego lilys were blooming everywhere in the foothills! The morning was calm, I could see clearly now the rain is gone.....all the way across Utah Valley and the stillness of the Utah Lake. I walk/hiked really fast uphill taking the South side Bonneville Shoreline trail above Provo Canyon. The whole time I was thinking of the guy they arrested up there yesterday near squaw peak (naked and in the middle of a psychotic episode). So glad I was not the one to discover him. But today, even the creeping fear of sometimes of quasi-city perimeter wilderness (where the homeless sometimes camp) couldn't ruin my morning. I have perfected the art of 'starting again' from ground zero (fitness wise). I am no longer afraid of injury, or lost momentum, or the nagging thought that my hamstring might snap. I know what to do in the face of minor adversity. I have practice! I am now the queen of moderation and patience (hear that marathon gods, I'mma comin'). | 