Friday, May 4, 2012
Today I ran my first full mile, alone, at a somewhat reasonable pace. This last couple of months have been brutal, between the painful finish, the boot, the brace, the PT and hearing the last thing a runner wants to hear, "No running." I know a lot of people would be happy to have an excuse to skip the morning run, but I'm not one of them. I haven't been able to sleep right or focus. I haven't been able to blow off steam (which I pretty sure is making me real fun to live with). And now, as frustrated as I feel that I can't just go out and run 5 miles before 5am, I am happy that I can finally go run. Yeah, I'm starting from the very beginning again, but I know that it won't take me nearly as long to make it to the end of the next race. It was only one mile and it was an 11:20 mile at that, but it felt good...The ice feels pretty good too.