It took me 21 years to run a mile. I was 21 years old the first time I actually jogged 1.0 miles on my parents' treadmill in their basement. 11 years later I finished a marathon. Three weeks after that (today) I struggled through a two mile run.
One mile out, one mile back. It was the two miles I had to walk at the end of the marathon. I ran them today, but I was still in excruciating pain. It took more than 30 minutes to finish today's run.
So 26.2 miles later... I'm back at square 1. One mile today was just as hard as one mile 11 years ago. I am starting over. One step, another step, repeat. I'm still not sure exactly the nature of the injury to my right foot and leg. An x-ray showed nothing.
So.... here I am. Step. Step. Step.