I did it.
It wasn’t easy, but it was easier than I thought it would be.
I had planned to write this a few days ago, but a huge storm, a loss of power and Internet, and such got in the way…
Last Monday I jumped on the treadmill with the intention (and hope) of matching my six mile effort from two weeks previous and with the faint hope of being strong enough to power through one extra mile to reach seven.
I didn’t make it.
I ran well enough. I covered five miles, but five isn’t six and it certainly isn’t seven.
As I chronicle my recovery from Achilles Surgery along with my quest to get in the proper shape to run another marathon, I am pleased to report that I am making great progress.
That was a huge step back.
As I said some of the words above aloud, they sounded like “set back,” but this was anything but that.
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.