Who would’ve ever thunk running a mere mile and half could make me smile like this?
Wanna know the cause for all this silliness? Huh? Huh? Wanna? Wanna? Wannawannawannawannawanna?????
If I must.
(Like I can keep it in any longer.)
PT Pam gave a thumbs up to start adding about a half mile to my mileage every week for the next month – which conveniently will bring me right about to where I start officially training for Wine and Dine. MY plan, which I kinda sorta maybe quite accidentally fell in to, has me pushing my pace at the shorter distances. I figure if I can give a little donkey kick to the conditioning now – you know, in the UNGODLY SOUTH FLORIDA HEAT AND HUMIDITY – it’ll make things just a tad bit easier down the road. HA! Get it? “Down the road”? Gawd I crack myself up!
Wha? Huh? Wha’s so funny?
I’ve been finding it takes me about a half mile to get everything loosey-goosey and past the initial “what the eff are you doing lady?” phase I think most of us go through at the start of a run. It used to take me a bit longer to settle in, but I’m finding by doing more dynamic stretching pre-run – front, side, back kicks, hip circles, and twists – that I settle in a little faster. So much so that about a half mile in, I can begin to kick up the pace a bit. And the UH-MAZE-ING part? I’ve been able to kick up the pace to one that……wait for it……I HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE (well, at least since high school anyway, many, many, MANY moons ago). Now, keeping things in perspective, I can only maintain that pace for about a minute to a minute and a half, but to my previously slower-than-molasses bones, it’s a start. A HUGE start. And one that I’m hoping I can continue to build on.
“Let’s get that four-minute mile one up here, shall we.”
“Who are you kidding?!?”
It’s going to be tough to practice what I preach about building mileage slowly – especially with what my GPS has been telling me. BUT, knowing how rough I felt at the end of the run will help keep me in check. Can you say “holy hell I feel like a cow kicked me under my new and improved bionic knee cap”? Thankfully after about an hour and a bit of ice therapy, everything was right as Moose Tracks again. And that makes this Black Dog very, very happy.
This is my happy face.
This will be my 1.5 mile week and I hope that my knees – and times – continue to hold up as well as can be expected. I’m also breaking up with PT Pam this week as I think we’ve pretty much gotten me to where I need to be, and also looking down the road to #KneeGate2015 Part II, I need to save some PT visits on my insurance. I can honestly say that I cannot wait until early next year when hopefully all of this knee nonsense can finally become a thing of the past, and I can really start work on dropping those numbers on the clock. And then……who knows?
Stranger things have happened.
Enjoy the ride.
Have you ever taken a break from running and upon returning, found your strength – and spirit – renewed? Did it last or did the newness of it all fade quickly? Were you impatient to do too much too soon, to see how your body would react? How did it end up working out?