Running. . . I mean, Running

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, before ankle injuries and paranoia set it, I could run 2 miles without stopping. They weren't a particularly fast two miles -- pretty close to 12 minute miles, but they were running, none the less.

Since the fall, most of my running has been in fits and spurts. I usually knock out the first mile without a problem, but after that, it's run/walk/run the rest of the way, whatever that is.

Reading Pokey's blog the other day got me to thinking about how I need to get back to working on endurance RUNNING.

So this morning, I set out to run. My plan was for 5 miles, but it's been a long time since I've run continuously for more than 1.5, so I figured I'd shoot for 2 continuous and I'll work up from there. Along with this, I decided to put less emphasis on the speed. Normally I start at 5.7 mph on the treadmill and increase from there. Today, 5.7 would be the magic number.

The first mile was no sweat, as usual. As I thought through the process, I realized I'd been using the walk breaks as a crutch more than anything. At 5.7, my heart rate was at about 150, but didn't feel overwhelming. I think I could have conversed somewhat comfortably (assuming someone wanted to talk to me.) From there, my body naturally started to push me to walk, but I didn't give in. I kept going through 1.5, past 2 and managed 2.3 miles before my first walk break. I never touched the speed setting.

Ultimately, it was a great 5 miles. In the end, I finished the 5 in 54:08, an average of 10:50/mile -- a new PR. I know I could have kept going, too.

Tomorrow will be my first outdoor run since November. It is scheduled for a 6 miler at Centennial Park with Team In Training. My plan is to head out early and do another 3 to participate in Non-Runner Nancy's 9 on the 9th . I'll let you know how I do tomorrow!

L'Chaim!