99 Days

I have never denied the fact that I am a lazy person.  If I get an extra day off of work, you can bet that my only plan will be to sleep as much as possible.  There's not much that I love more than pulling on a pair of pajamas and sitting on the couch with a glass of wine and a book (or the computer).  But that's all over now.

After 99 days of either putting absolutely no weight on my foot, a lot of sitting on my ever-widening ass, or spinning away mindlessly on my trainer, I'm finally able to start running again!  And I did.  On the 100th day.  :)

I need to clarify though.  I'm using the word "running" very loosely here.  My goal was 30 minutes, distance didn't matter.  Pace didn't matter.  All I needed to do was move for 30 minutes.  I alternated 1 minute of running and 4 minutes of walking - just like I did over three years ago when I was first learning how to run.  It was an amazing experience.  I was a little sore and felt it in my foot and calf, but it wasn't painful.  I only covered a mile and a half (approximately.  I didn't want to measure it out) and who knows how much of that I actually ran, but it was awesome.

My new plan is to lay off the racing.  For a long time, when I first started running and up through my first marathon, being slow really didn't bother me.  I was out there, doing something that I enjoyed, and that's what mattered.  But somewhere along the way, I let it get to me.  And little by little, running lost it's glamour.  I couldn't find the enjoyment in it and it was such a chore.  I need to rediscover that and I think the way to do that is to just go out there, and run.  No watches, no training plans, no structure at all.  All I want now is to feel my body moving.