I'm running again. I've been running for a couple of weeks now and it's awesome. I started at 20 some minutes and have been increasing 10% a week. Ten percent is not a lot. Think about it - I started at 20 minutes... the next week I ran... 22.
One might think I'm frustrated as I inch along yet I'm not. I'm so happy to be running again I can't even see straight. Twenty minutes felt like an hour the first time I did the time. I hit a mile and thought "Dear lord, how did I do another 25.2 of these?" But every time I head back out the door, the time passes more quickly. I notice myself wanting to choose different routes, just like I did when I was running more frequently and longer distances.
My stride feels easy these days. Fluid. I am in pain - but not too great. On the famous pain scale, I am typically between a 2-3. Today I hit a 4 and that is the highest I've been in a really long time. I've iced and I'll take some vitamin I and most likely be good to go in the morning.
So for now, I'm tickled pink to be inching along at ten percent at a time... 33 minutes today... 36 minutes later this week. I'll take it.
