Okay, well maybe it was the track and not the road, but you get where I'm going with this.
I finally finally finally got to run more than 3 miles yesterday. It was only 5, but it was a start. And I wanted to be extra-super careful so I made T run 20 laps with me around the track...good surface, flat, well light...no reason for any reinjuries.
It was no stellar performance. All said, with one pee break in the bushes, a stop for a swallow or two of water and walking one minute for every ten minutes I ran, my pace was an astonishingly dismal 11:39. I wanted to make it in less than 60 minutes, and well, I did. But I just can't believe how much I've slowed down. Not that I was super speedy preinjury. But I was at least averaging a 10 min mile....but I guess that's what recovery is about, and I can still finish the marathon with an 11:39 pace.
The funny thing was that I FELT GREAT! I felt like I was running with my chin up (even though it was dark) and that my legs were just gliding. I really felt like I wasn't doing any work at all. It may have been the super slow pace that I kept, and I'm glad because it made me that much more excited about next Saturday. I wasn't in any pain, and with the exception of the little bit of tummy ache that I got around mile 4, I felt better than I had in weeks. I felt like a real runner again.
Recovery Running Plans for this Week:
62 Days and Counting.