The mileage isn’t what matters here.
Instead, it’s what I did.
I wanted to do more. I long to do more. But I’m trying to be smart.
It’s not how far, it’s how I did it.
Today I ran one mile. Big deal.
But it was.
For the first time since my surgery, heck for the first time since last October 6 & 7 (yes, I keep track of these things…don’t all runners track their runs?) I ran on consecutive days.
I ran on consecutive days.
I did the two mile run yesterday, in 20:29, which was fifteen second faster than my previous two mile effort. That’s good stuff.
Today (I am being smart and not pushing this too far) I ran just one controlled mile at eleven minutes. Calm, controlled, simple. Easy. (Well, it was actually a tougher mile than I thought since my legs were tired. It has been a beautiful weekend so, in addition to running, I also took two 3.25 mile walks with my wife.) But it wasn’t a hard run. I was just less “fluid” as I would have hoped. My almost 52-year-old muscles and bones keep reminding me of my age and the long lay-off that came with the surgical repair.
Anyway, this was another step. A big step. A big step in the right direction.
I plan to do two miles on Wednesday and then on Friday, I plan to do a slow, controlled, and even 3.0 miles. (Friday is a big day because it will be my 300th consecutive day of exercising. I even exercised the day of surgery and the day and in the days after. Those were exercises with weights sitting in a chair, but I still forced myself to lift, even though I had a great excuse to take those days off. I know only one direction – forward.) (What, doesn’t everyone track their exercise days?)
181 days until the New York City Marathon.