I’m officially putting in some miles! And it’s damn hard still. But at least they’re getting done and I’m [slowly] starting to enjoy them.
Thursday I put in 2.5 miles, but stupidly I did it at 2pm. I know better than to run during the summer at midday, but that’s when I wanted to lace up so I did it anyways. I wanted to run about 6 easy miles, just enjoying the city and maybe the water. At mile 2 I turned towards the water and realized there was no way I’d make it the mile there and the mile back. It was too hot; too humid. A little disappointing, but what are you going to do?
Unrelated to that, but I did do something! I chopped off my hair! I was going to go pixie cut but feared it might be too drastic. Maybe next time…
I wanted to get up early and run today, but my lower intestine was threatening me with rumbles. No way was I chancing putting myself in a situation like that. I’ve never had that situation and I certainly didn’t want to start today.
Eventually (1pm), I decided I was ready to run. Of course, another midday run. I figured out one way to put up my hair (woo – success of the day!) And of course, again, did not properly hydrate. I took it easy and stretched once I got to the lake… mostly because I wanted to take a picture or two. I took it easy on the way back until I heard a man calling after me asking if I had change, which I hate. No, I do not have change. That kind of thing always puts a little jump in your step.
Then I found myself getting tired, so I took a couple of minutes to walk. My PT said that if I start to get tired, take the time out to refocus and start over again. Since I’m not racing until November, I have no reason to rush and push myself. I want to make sure that come November, I’m able to run those 19 miles over 2 days with good form and injury free. It’s kind of nice not having a goal, too.
I walked a couple times over miles 2.5 to 4.5, only a block or two. Even if I wasn’t tired it was probably a good idea — I was so thirsty even puddles looked good. Next time I’m bringing change for water if I’m not running with some. It was pretty terrible. But I made it home and put 5.11 injury free miles in.
It feels good to get out there and run again. It feels good to go run aimlessly based on how I feel. I don’t have a schedule to follow. I don’t feel guilty if I run 5 miles or run 1. I don’t feel bad about myself if I’m pushing 7 minute miles or 12 minute miles. I especially don’t feel like I’m any less of a runner for taking the time to get myself back to where I was. And that feels great.
Two and a half months until my next race. Nothing to worry about until then but getting my miles back.