Yes. Yes.it.happened. IT. Yeah, THAT it. The IT that involves putting one foot in front of the other at a pace fast enough to elevate one’s heart rate. And, seeing as this IS south Florida – and it’s officially summertime in south Florida – cause one’s body to sweat. Gallons. Buckets. Pacific Ocean kind of buckets. And every ache, pain, and salty river of sweat flowing into my eyeballs was nothing short of absolutely glorious.
I won’t bore you with all the nasty, sweaty, smelly, gory details, but let me just throw a couple of deets at you. I was under strict orders to stop when it hurt – yeah, OKAY – and not go more than a mile. The hubs was kind enough to go with me, and agreed to run the loop around our community, then pick me up on the back side of his mileage. So as I laced up my besties and donned the necessary running accessories…
…I tried not psych myself out too much. After all, it HAS been 8 months since I’ve raced, and 2 months since I’ve even attempted a short mileage casual run. It only seemed fitting that my partner in crime welcome me back to the road, encouraging and keeping an eye on me the whole time. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to let me go more than the one mile PT Pam had cleared me to go. So in 86% humidity and 93 degree heat, off we went. Some of the locals even came out to say hello. Sort of.
Hey lady, got any food?
The knee felt a little shaky and I found my balance to be a little “off”. And of course, not be outdone, the other knee decided to make sure it was well known that it still has to be fixed and acted up a bit. I’m still not sure what that was all about, except I spent a half hour on the recumbent bike at the gym Saturday, and neither of my broke knees seemed to appreciate much after I got off of it. (Note to self: stay away from the blasted recumbent bike. It shall be your undoing.)
So I stuck to the allowed mileage, only had to stop to walk twice, and figure I managed to keep chugging along like the Little Engine That Could for about three-quarters of a mile. Hardly worth writing home about, but girlfriend’s gotta start somewhere, right?
Yes, those ARE paw prints on the path. Because that’s how we roll in south FLA.
And what introductory run would be complete with out a proper cool down?
Where did those ducks go?
The next few weeks will be all about finding my balance and form again. I’ll still be visiting PT Pam a couple of times a week and developing a plan of attack to get me through to Wine and Dine while babying #brokeknee Part II. I may just have to try and pull this off with only two runs a week, but thankfully, we have a little bit of time to figure it out. For the immediate future though, it’ll be one mile runs a couple of times a week for the next few, and then we shall see what comes next. Knowing I have the hubs, Team Can Am, and a certain little Black Dog on my side though, I know one thing’s for sure.
I GOT THIS.
I got your back Mom. Don’t know what a back is, but I got it.
Enjoy the ride.
How was your first run back after a break? Were you nervous? Did it feel great, like crap, or both? Any ducks along the way? Or cannonballs into a random body of water afterwards?