As the snow was falling last night, my very first thought was
that I couldn't wait to get out there today and give them a try. So far with this injury the longest I've run is 4 miles, (and that was Wednesday) but that was on the treadmill. I ran 2 outside last week. So my goal today was 3.
It was cold. It was fairly windy, but it was beautiful out. For the first half mile, I could feel the hamstring. Basically I can feel the tension (at times like a poking sensation) where the hamstring attaches to my pelvic region. But as I ran, either I was too cold to notice or it eased up, but I forgot about it.
Capital 10-Miler, and I'm trying to build back up to 10 miles.
So at this point, distance is more important than the pace that I'm running them. I have to constantly remind myself of this. I was finally running in the 8's, at times 7's when the injury really hit me full force. But I know I have to be patient. And I know that I shouldn't increase pace and distance at the same time.
But today, I needed the fresh air. I took the time to think and pray. I took the time to breathe.
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