As much as I love to complain about running, some of my favourite parts of this hobby involve the routines. Last May was the last time I trained for a long-distance event, and I’ve really missed the ritual of the Sunday long slow run.
Saturday night prep, an early bedtime, the nervous stomach in the morning, toughing it out on the run, and the exhausted feeling of accomplishment after.
As I try to make a comeback after taking some time away from running due to burnout, and then surgery, my paces have been slow and my legs have been sore. But I am feeling proud every day because I haven’t given up, even though some days it feels like it might be easier to.
I’m still moving forward and progress is happening, albeit in inches instead of miles.
Yesterday I woke up excited for an outside run. Nervous, too: 10K once seemed like an easy short run to me, but now it feels daunting.
At 8:30 AM it was a little cold out for my taste. My lungs have not accustomed to the winter air because I’ve been stuck inside most of the season. I decided to wait a few hours and then drove out to my parents’ subdivision. There’s hardly any traffic out there and the roads are smooth — and even bare in some parts!
It wasn’t pretty. There was a lot of walking and huffing and puffing. I didn’t wear a Garmin and ran by feel. But the sun shone, and I covered 10.2K, and I crossed the first long run off my training schedule.
Most of all, I can now say I am more prepared today to run a half-marathon than I was the day before.
Happy running, everyone.