Change of plans. Not going to run today, after all. Sunday's hike was only about 5.5 miles, my pack wasn't very heavy, and I made extra efforts to rely on a trekking pole a lot, so as to not jostle the spine too much. Didn't really hurt while I was doing it.
Feels like I am about back to where I was over the summer: Generally functional, if I am careful and willing to tolerate a certain degree of discomfort and lack of mobility due to some sort of malfunctioning/compromised structure.
That said, sustaining unbalanced and structurally incorrect activity isn't doing any good. And sustains the issue of constantly being on the brink of another acute situation.
Time for a new plan of action.
In other news, the colors in the marsh are like no other, and Liza Dalby's book is, how else can I put it, but, restorative! The squall howled through last night, and unsettled-ness resolved to settled-ness by morning. Just an energetic breeze left out there, and plentiful leaves now underfoot, to remind us.