Slow and steady makes the race.
Here was my weekly mileage for the first three full weeks of May 2020:
- 8.20 miles
- 8.10 miles
- 8.25 miles
I was getting there.
The operative word is “was.”
19 weeks ago today, I walked in to have surgery on my right Achilles tendon.
I walked out on crutches.
I was on crutches for about 7 weeks.
And then I started running, step-by-step. Slowly.
Today, I powered through a three mile treadmill run staying between 5.5 and 6.0 mph for the duration.
I broke 32 minutes, finishing at 31:51. That’s a strong effort – my best effort to date since the surgery.
I was once a marathoner.
I will be one again.
Yeah… I did three miles. (5.5-5.9 MPH the whole way.)
That’s the post.
A few years ago, no longer being a guy that could literally jump into his running shoes and bang out (seemingly, at least) any amount of miles, I invented a little running trick that I employed today.
One of the best people in this world is my dear friend Ed Hasse. He is just the greatest person ever. I treasure and greatly value the times when we are together. I especially love when we can run together.
Today we enjoyed our first ever “Social Distance” run. Ed came over to help me on my first three mile run since my surgery in January.
One might thing that the Governor’s decision to close school the rest of the year would make life easier on teachers and principals…
The mileage isn’t what matters here.
FRIDAY. A big day. A HUGE day.
16 weeks and two days after my Achilles surgery, and, with the permission, dare I say the encouragement, of my physical therapist, I set out for my first two mile run.
After running on the treadmill the other day, and thinking about how great that run was, I have had a paradigm change.