Running just to catch myself

I was glad to run a 5K this morning, associated with the Dexter-Ann Arbor Run. I used to run before my accident, but then did not for 13 years, until resuming in 2006. I did marathons in 1984 and 1991, finishing in about 3:32:45 each time. I ran two 5K races last summer, finishing in about 36 and 35 minutes. Today, I finished just shy of 37 minutes, but my disappointment in that time was mitigated by the large number of runners, that prevented me from even beginning a slow jog until a good minute after the gun. I had hoped to run the 10K this year, but could not run from December 18 - April 28 due to foot pain, and the long layoff cost me. Hoping to get a good night’s sleep last night, I turned in a bit past 10:00 … but, even though I slept soundly at first, plagued by my usual insomnia, I was awake from 1:30 on (though I forced myself to stay in bed the vast majority of the time until 6:00 AM). So, even though I was far from at full strength, I was glad to be able to do it.
After Michelle dropped me off, as I waited for the race to begin, I mused on the nature of disability. She and I playfully refer to me as 'Blindo' due to my inability to see even what should be obvious; and, of course, being without my glasses merely exacerbated that. And for the last few days, my hearing has been plugged, too, so that she pleaded with me, "Oh, don't go deaf! That wouldn't be a pretty picture." Of course, my muteness left me in the position, as I told her later, of "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil."