Dear James, Daniel and Emily
Last week I finally got back to my 5 run a week pace, after almost 2 months of irregular schedules. It felt good to get out there and go for that long run Sunday morning. Sure it was slow, sure I just passed 4 miles of actual running, but dammit I did it!
I don't know if it is conditioning, caution or darkness but I have definitely noticed a slow down in my pace recently. I am falling into an 11 minute mile pace on my morning runs. But you know what? Who really cares? It's just me out there, no race. And I could be sitting at home, sleeping in, or pigging out on a big breakfast of sugar cereals. Instead I am dragging my ass out of bed, and telling the Blerrch to go to hell.
And I am slowly beginning to see a difference from my changed eating schedule and gradual resumption of regular exercise. I know it won't happen overnight. And I know that the focus isn't there to get some major dramatic weight loss. The goal now is just getting back into better habits, and I think that is working.
And when the weather and timing change back to where I am running in daylight more I imagine that I will begin to speed up. Because I am sure that part of the slow down is a subconscious fear of another tripping incident. So I will run slow, but I will run. And when the weight does come off some, and it gets lighter I will start to focus on speed then.
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