3 runs
I ran.
Sorry, let me type that again.
I FREAKING RAN!!!
For the first time in 47 days, I kicked off my first run of the year on Monday at the Charlotte Athletic Club on the Woodway treadmill. It was completely on a whim. Something just felt right. I mean, there was a Woodway treadmill just practically begging me to test out my achilles on it. I hopped on, walked 2 minutes, ran 2 minutes, walked 2 minutes, ran 2 minutes. I felt great! Then, two days later, on Wednesday, I ran an entire mile. GASP! I wasn't even breathing hard. I felt like maybe the running gods had decided to not let me get completely out of shape. That feeling of complete godliness disappeared after I ran outside on Saturday. I ran 2 x 1 mile with 1 minute rest. My lungs were on fire and I reminded myself that I used to crank out 26.2 miles at 6:07 pace. It will come; I just need to be patient and to trust the process.
In between all of that, I've been lifting regularly to ensure I strengthen the areas of weakness. I feel so much stronger and it's such a great feeling. I'm glad that an injury forced me to finally get on the lifting bandwagon and it's something I'd definitely like to continue until I'm well past the senior citizen age so that I can try to keep my skin tight into old age. But I digress. This was also the first real week that I tried cross training a bit more. I did a cycle class, water ran with Billy. It's much easier to cross train when you have a partner to do it with.
I'm not a real big believer in cross training. For me, it just emotionally drains me. I hate being on stationary equipment. I'd rather be physically moving closer to an object, versus staring into a wall for an hour. Because of that, I've begun walking the same amount of time that I would otherwise be running. This will also help my body get used to more weigh bearing so that I may have a better chance of running as far I can go at the Trials.
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