On November 10, I started my comeback. I was ready. I was fired up. I was focused.
I was still injured.
I just didn’t want to admit it.
I figured that I’d take it slowly and that I’d build up the mileage over time. The plan did make sense. It really did. Except for one fact, I was still injured. I had torn my Achilles a while back. (I really don’t know when. Pain has been a part of my running for a long time now. I probably tweaked the tendon and just ran and ran on it making it worse and worse. Who knows?)
I ran one mile on that November day and felt good enough. Two days later, I ran one mile again. The next day, I ran two. (For a marathoner, like me, this is taking it VERY slowly.)
I then needed four days off before running two miles on back-to-back days (November 18 and 19). This was slow, but steady progress. After three more days off, I covered my first three miler. Two days later, I did back-to-back days of two miles again.
I was being smart. I stretched. I took a lot of off days. I didn’t run fast. Moderation was the key.
But I was still injured. After a one mile run on November 29, I shut it down again.
In between runs, I was hobbling all over the place.
Today, two and a half weeks after I stopped, I just ran one mile. I’m now icing my Achilles. But… it doesn’t hurt. I visited my great chiropractor/sports injury doctor (Dr. Alfonse DeMaria) four times in the last few weeks. He is a miracle worker. I had felt pretty good for almost a week, so I figured I’d try one mile today and see what happens.
So far, all seems good.
The first step of my (new) comeback seems successful.
I just hope this isn’t another false start.
I have a few marathons to run in 2018 and I need to get going!