Back to running, that is. After 11 days and one bout with a non-swine-flu cold (which I defeated with Manny Pacquiao power, but without the big pay-per-view deal), I finally laced up the shoes for the first time since the Country Music Marathon (despite my best efforts. Apparently I set my alarm for 6PM, but woke up on my own at 6:45am anyway. I imagine there was a subconscious fight to the death cage match between the part of me that wanted to run versus the part that wanted to continue being lazy and sleeping in. Running-me FTW!)
It was an “easy” 4 miles to get the legs moving again. Notice easy is in quotes? That’s not a typo. The weather was great (55*, cloudy, light fog) but my legs were tight, breathing was hard (I guess my lungs were beaten worse than Ricky Hatton by that non-swine-flu), and I almost got run down by two cyclists. Both times I could hear them coming up behind me (I pictured something like this), and then at the last second comes the fog horn (read: handlebar bell and polite “on your left”). Immediately after: WHOOSH! and they fly by, passing at light speed with reckless abandon. None too please… none. too. pleased.
I’m really looking forward to getting back into a groove, waking up too early to run in a circle, and then writing about it for pretty much only you to read. (Thanks for reading!) Next on the horizon is the Chicago Marathon in October, but training doesn’t start for a few weeks.
And the details (deets, as the kids might say, always talking in abbrev’s):
Distance: 4 miles
Pace: 8:37 min/mile
Average Heart Rate: 150