Miles to go: 1612
OK… There’s muggy… and then there was this… How does 72 degrees and dense fog sound… It was beautiful though. Tropical… but beautiful. All the rivers around here are at max capacity (we got 6 inches of rain in just under 72 hours this week) so those little babbling brooks I’m used to running by are now class 4 rapids and are the color of a nice chai latte… eeeewwwww.
I was bound and determined to just cruise today. I ran 10 last week and it hurt. All I wanted to do was take a nap. Today there were two pace groups, one at about 8 and one at about 9:30. I chose wisely and went with the 9:30 group. They were all running long today, between 15 and 20 miles so they were slow, which worked great for me. As we rolled up to the turn where they went left for another 10 miles or so, I turned right (secretly not feeling bad at all for not running the extra mileage…!) and headed back up the trail to town and my finish line. When I got there… a funny thing happened.
I didn’t hurt.
So I waited. And I sat down (expecting to seize up like a rusty motor).
So in another one of those “well… duh!” runners moments, I experienced infinite wisdom… “Hmmm… run easy, feel good… Run hard… hurt…” “OHHHH… I get it!!!” And, amazingly, I still have energy and am ready to tackle the next kitchen project, undercounter lighting! …I’m such a moron… Somebody should take my running shoes away from me before I hurt myself…
No. I’m not going to go back to 5-6 days a week running. No. I’m not going to run a marathon any time soon. No. I don’t plan on beating 21 minutes for the 5K this year.
Yes. Those things will come. Yes, I think I have finally turned the corner. Yes, I’m ready for my “Well, that was stupid” bead and shall repent my “pushed too hard, too fast after an injury” sin to all my running brethren…
Yes… I feel OK again… And this time, it’s for real.