I haven't been running in over two weeks ... well, I had tried running last Monday, but my ankle was in so much pain that I walked back home after a mile. Last night, I was itching to run. My ankle has been feeling better and my body was just craving activity. Unfortunately, I haven't been working out at all. This injury got to my head.
It's 83 degrees. I don't like to run in warm weather. It's after five o'clock. I like to run in the early morning hours.
Dinner is in the oven when dear husband arrives home. I explain that I have to run, literally. He doesn't think that it's a good idea yet ... same opinion as my little sister. I know, I know, but I have to run. He smiles and says, "You look ubber cute in your running outfit. Walk the hills and only two miles".
Fantastic! I stretched and stretched some more. I started Gunner (my garmin) and off I went, walking at first since it was downhill. At the bottom of the hill, I started running. I had to be grinning from ear to ear. It felt so good. I did a little skip of joy. A hill approached and I walked up it. Once leveling off, I started running again. Ankle tendon was still feeling good. Yeah! More hills, more walking, and then more running.
When I arrived home, I made sure to stretch and then stretch some more. I placed Gunner next to my computer and he relayed all the info of my run. I logged into my favorite running log software, SportsTracks, and showed my dear husband that I had obeyed his wishes.
"See dear, if you look at my pace and the elevation charts, you can see that I walked all the hills. I have proof."
"Ah ha, but you said that you would only go 2 miles."
"No, you went 2.05 miles." ...grinning
Next time, I will stop Gunner right at 2 miles.
Looking at my data, I was surprised. The moments that I was running, my pace averaged 9:40.
Do you not know that the runners in the stadium all run in the race, but only one wins the prize? Run so as to win. Every athlete exercises discipline in every way. They do it to win a perishable crown, but we an imperishable one. Thus I do not run aimlessly; I do not fight as if I were shadowboxing. No, I drive my body and train it, for fear that, after having preached to others, I myself should be disqualified. - 1 Cor 9:24-27