This morning I went for my first run since June 30th. It wasn’t fast, but it felt great. I took my doctor’s advice and mostly stayed on soft ground, and shuffled a bit to keep the impact per stride low. It’s been a while, as evidenced by my low rate of speed.
Also – I did a weight workout yesterday after swimming, including 3 minute-long sets of squats. So one thing that kept the impact lower for me today was the fact that my legs couldn’t move that quickly. That part felt a bit tough, but aerobically I felt good. That’s amazing to me after laying off for five months!
The route I chose was the one we often run from work. I ran over the two short trails we like (Ardmore and Tam o’ Shanter). It was cold and foggy out, but not so bad as to require gloves. I parked my stuff in the locker room below an adjacent building, and then set out.
As I followed the familiar path, I started remembering previous runs. This is where Ben went flying. Here’s where I pancaked going over the bridge. Ah – here’s where I splattered Rob with the mud that time, but over there’s where he got me back a year later my hitting me with blackberries. And that’s the hill where we typically speed up towards the end of our runs.
I ended up running about 4 3/4 miles. My legs are feeling tired, but I never lacked for breath when I was out there, which is testimony to the training I’ve been doing while recovering. I might try to go out again tomorrow, but am not sure yet.
Everything grinds to a halt tomorrow at noon, because of some followup surgery I’m having. It will likely be another month or two before I get to run again. <sigh>
For now, I’ll just enjoy the afterglow of running through the chilly woods this morning. Outstanding!