Things are Going South

I have turned the corner in my recent jogging trial. Literally. I made it to the corner (6 ½ home lengths) and kept going another 30 feet. So after a week of exclusively jogging into the morning sun, I have now done a bit of southward ambling.

Do you know what hurts the most when I am finishing the last few feet? You’ll never guess. It is my larynx, the whole underside of my jaw, actually. I guess it makes sense in a way. My otolaryngologist and speech therapists have explained that we carry a lot of anxiety there, and a big part of my therapy is unwinding that stress. When I am jogging, anxiety temporarily spikes as I fear that at any step I may crash headlong into the pavement. I’m sure this anxiety isn’t good for my voice, but it is only a temporary anxiety that is remedied by a leisurely stroll through my neighborhood. OK, that's not entirely true, I’m still anxious out there walking on fatigued legs, but it sounds better than “before a leisurely sit at my desk.”