After 2 weeks of barely running, of missing a 20 mile training run, of more icing than I’ve done in my lifetime, of a steady diet of Advil, and of daily pleas for calf massages from Scott…..I ran today. And damn, it felt good.
Originally, I had 18 miles on the schedule, but given the fragility of my lower legs lately, I was OK with adjusting as needed. I set a course that would take me 8 miles one way, pass by my house (built in water stop), and then 8.4 the other way. I sought out a course like this for 2 reasons: 1) closer to home if the worst happened, and 2) hill avoidance. I know, two months ago I was seeking out the hills!! But my calves screamed and I listened. So I steered clear of the hills for the most part.
I kept my pace considerably slower than I have throughout this training period and it seemed to work. My first mile felt a little “iffy”, but I figured I had to give my legs more than one mile to shake out. Afterall, it’s been a funky two weeks for them. They’re human too.
At times, the pace felt punishingly slow, but I reminded myself mile after mile that today’s run was more about confidence building than speed building. Speed is part of what got me into trouble in the first place. I was extremely tentative heading out this morning, but within a few miles, I found my mojo.
|No more time-out!!!!!|
My calves put me in a serious 2 week time-out, and though I tried not to whine too much and take my punishment like a big girl, it’s been a tough time-out to get through. Funny when you suddenly can’t do something; you find you want it so much more….