This morning’s 2.62 miles was my first run in 2 weeks after coming down with a death plague (or more realistically Bronchitis). I’m still dealing with the after effects of that, the most notable symptoms being coughing and inability to breathe properly. Though my breathing has definitely improved in the past week.
After running the first 0.9 miles, I got stopped at a light and took a moment to catch my breath. I wasn’t running particularly fast, about an 11:30. But I started feeling light headed while waiting for the light so I opted to walk a bit. Then I ran a bit. And walked a bit. And ran a bit. This went on for the remainder of the run and my avg pace ended up being a 12:05.
I had to go back 6 months to find an avg pace that slow. But I finished and that’s all that really matters. I thought of Michelle and Rook and the countless other runners who weren’t given the opportunity to finish. I thought about this amazing community that welcomes anyone who has ever laced up a pair of sneakers, no questions asked. I thought about how much running has done for me, never asking for anything in return.
I ran into my roommate on the stairs as I was coming home and she asked me how it went. I told her I knew one thing for sure, I was definitely NOT bringing my running gear to California. That this run showed me I’m still not ready yet. But then as I cooled down and thought about it a bit more, I decided that’s exactly why I AM going to bring my running gear to California. I just ran 2.62 miles. I am ready. Am I back to 100%? No, but I’m ready. Just because I’m not where I want to be, doesn’t give me the right to give up trying.
So I’m packing my gear and plan to do at least 1 if not 2 runs while I’m out there. They won’t be pretty, but I’m not going to get any better just sitting on my ass. My goal is to run 8 miles a week from Saturday and get back on track for BK Half training. And it all starts today!