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.
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