It’s been too long. And when it’s been too long, I always fear that I won’t be able to run, that I will have lost all my strength, and that I’m going to need to start from scratch. You would think by now, that I’d know better. But I don’t. Losing what I’ve gained is always a fear. And just what is it that I’ve gained? In a nutshell, to run and run, and run for tens of miles (albeit slowly) losing myself along the way and having an odd ability to endure the pain when and if it arrives. I like that, and want to keep it.
Well, we’ve got just one car in the house right now – one is in the shop getting a new transmission (yikes!). And so yesterday, I got out there and faced the fear by running out the front door. I felt good and solid on paved ground and ran down to the local beaches where the skies were blue, and the breezes mild.
I did not lose everything. But admittedly, my breathing was a little labored early on (though corrected itself quickly) and I tired more than usual after mile five. The best thing was, I got out there and ran, faced the fear.
First day back after too long off: 6.61 miles run