I've had the last week off of work and have enjoyed every minute of it. We had no specific plans but I did want to try to run twice during that week to see how my knee would hold up, especially with only a couple days rest in between.
I'm happy to report that I had practically NO ITB pain! WOOT! I did a 30 minute run, paying attention to the levelness of the roads, and I was pain free. Once I felt a twinge but as soon as I moved to more level ground, it went away. Needless to say, I was about shouting with joy at being able to run again. However, I can definitely tell a difference in my endurance so that'll have to be built back up.
The second run was three days later and a bit longer. I think my legs were just hungry to RUN because I ran the fastest mile I've ever run (9:05) and even with walk breaks averaged a 10:18 pace over 3+ miles.
Oh man, it just felt GOOD to run. Yah, I was breathing pretty hard and my legs were protesting almost the entire time but it was GREAT. Even now, when I'm driving home from town, I can't wait to get back out on my country roads and put in more miles. I want to do my 10 mile route again, faster than last time. I want to hit my driveway, exhausted, sweaty and drained and feel that sense of accomplishment again.
I was talking to a friend about running while back, lamenting how I didn't think I'd ever BE a runner in spite of my efforts and she was, like, "Dude. You ARE a runner. Anyone who spends the amount of time you do reading about, thinking about, talking about, and planning runs IS a runner."
I have to confess, I kind of think I was born to be a runner and I'm just now discovering it. My mom said I was *running* at 9 months old: not walking, but full out running. And she said I never fell. As a kid I LOVED running downhill, crashing thru the woods and brush, teetering on the edge of losing control. I have had dreams for years where I run and run like Forrest Gump and love that feeling of freedom.
The more I run, the stronger I get, the more I want to run, the stronger I want to get. I may never be the fastest, it may never truly be *easy*, but it doesn't matter. Running has tattooed itself on me and I don't think it's gonna fade for a while.
Destiny, perhaps?
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Worry not my friend, you're a runner.
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