Twice this week I’ve attempted to put myself back on the running spot. Twice I’ve succeeded. Wait, what?!?
I haven’t run in nearly a month and a half. Last time that I did, I promptly came down with a cold afterwards. That, and my pace was less than awesome. I had been struggling to get it down below 12 minutes a mile so I can finish the YMCA Turkey Trot 8K in less than an hour. The first year I did it, I finished in about 69 minutes which shocked me. I never ran anything longer than a mile since high school up until that point. There was hope that I could run!
Fast forward to two years later: I am roughly 25lbs lighter, and I have spent the last month logging in something like 35 miles of hiking. Getting out for my cold turkey run on Tuesday, I was shocked that I could sustain that first mile of running straight. And at a solid pace! ~10min/mile or faster! I was flabbergasted. Additionally, my walking breaks were significantly shorter, and less often in frequency. I finished that badboy at 11:40min/mile.
What the fuck??
No, really, I was shocked! I haven’t run that fast nor confidently in I can’t remember how long. Hiking muscles and weight loss made an amazing difference. Yesterday, I felt the itch of sickness. Worrisome thoughts of coming down with the plague again ruined my thoughts throughout yesterday. Today, I loathed that it could be getting worse, yet it had not. The weather panned out beautiful, and with a slew of rain moving in over the weekend (and the fact I won’t even be home all weekend), it was promptly decided I needed to run again. I figured this would either (a) make or break me of my sickness, and (b) show me if Tuesday was just a fluke, and that my overworked quadriceps would settle me back into a ‘normal’ pace.
I could only think, it’s not just a fluke…I can really do this now…
The Turkey Trot is completely (hell, guaranteed) within reach. I am ecstatic. Other people talk about how they want to be one of those people who can carelessly go for a run and enjoy it. I never thought I could be one of those types. Now, I’m having serious doubts about that old thought: I could really do this. Keep pushing myself a bit more every week, and I may be running full 5K stretches without a walking break.
Excuse me while I go take a deep breath, sit down, and really absorb the implications of all this…