Finally, I’m calling a truce. A truce between me and running.
Last night I went out the with Brea Runners and did a partial run. I say partial because a) I didn’t run the full 5 miles listed and instead took a short cut making it only 3.93 miles, b) I did my usual 4:1 intervals but walked a good portion due to this MASSIVE hill I didn’t feel like running, and c) I’m breaking in newish shoes and could feel a tug in my heel. NOPE! Not going back to that injury so I half-assed most of that run.
But I think the point here is that I ran last night. I got out there and jogged/ran/walked my way through an almost 4 mile route. More than I’ve done in a week.
Does this mean my little hiatus from running is over? I can’t say. I’m still a little blah about the whole thing even with training on my mind. So I called a truce. I would scale back my routes to 3-4 miles and take my time running them. But I would get out there at least 3 times a week. I promised that as long as I wasn’t expected to log the mileage I was hitting in June.
Truthfully, this is all my husband’s doing. He offered me this challenge to run three days a week and even offered to take over soccer practice duties for our son. This was a major factor. For some reason the region likes to host practices on Tuesdays and Thursdays which is same schedule as our running group. I mean, I could run on my own but I know damn well if I’m carpooling with my mother-in-law, I’m more enticed to actually show up. And if I have other runners beside me, even if I don’t say much, I’m more likely to finish my run.
So, I’m taking him up on his offer. It’ll have to be a balancing act because I’m the co-team mom so I’ll have to show up to a practice or two. But I know if I want to get through 13.1 miles in November without injury, I have to run.