So I'm going to admit that trying to start up a running routine again has been a bit of a struggle. I was doing okay until that cold invaded my system last month and even after a three week break, I had a bit of a coughing fit after my first post-sick run. There's always an excuse - I'm too tired, I have other stuff to do, it's too chilly outside and I don't want to run on the treadmill.
The truth is that my body isn't used to running and it's going to take time and effort to build back up to running how I used to run and I may never be able to run like that again and I need to be okay with that. I want to tone up and see if I can improve my damaged mid-section without surgery. I usually fit in crunches after running and it would be nice to not look like I'm hiding a first trimester pregnancy or a beer gut.
I enjoy running. I really do. I know what that runner's high feels like and it's a good feeling. So is the feeling of accomplishment. I always tell new runners that running any distance at any time is great. It's better than doing nothing. Right? It's ironic how I can't even follow my own advice sometimes. I'm never going to be a fast runner but I used to be good at pacing myself and maintaining that pace for many, many miles. Maybe I can get some of that back.
It was warmer than I expected it to be on Saturday so I went out for a run and even though I haven't been running, I completed my 2 mile run up to Main Street and back. I did the same run last night. I keep telling myself that it's okay to run slow and if I run a 12:00 minute mile, it is what it is. But I've been keeping a 10:30 pace without meaning to.
So in addition to my advice of being proud no matter how fast or how far you run, I want to mention not using an ipod (or whatever you young kids use for music these days) when running outside. I came this |||| close to being hit by a car last year. I never run with an ipod because my ears are too big and I can't stand fidgeting with earbuds. I heard the car before I saw it and before the driver saw me. She was going to blow through a stop sign and you should have seen the look of terror in her eyes when I stopped short almost in front of her car. (This was on a main street and there was a building on the street corner blocking her view of me and my view of her.)