Here I am back at the beginning of the line again. Those months of long runs are fresh in my mind but my body senses they were much longer ago. Was I a different person when I was running 25 miles a week? When 6 miles seemed effortless? I guess I can't pine for that person too much. After all, that was the runner who ran herself right into tendonitis. So, while the accomplishment of building up the miles was gratifying; it simply wasn't being done wisely. Now, I am starting over. I hope very much to run another half marathon. I have my sights set on The Detroit Free Press marathon in October. I do know it won't be real until I pay the money and sign up. That will seal my fate, so to speak.
Right now I just want to reacquaint myself with the joy of running. I don't want to feel tied to a training plan. I don't want to feel that my mile is slacking if it takes me 11 minutes. I just want to enjoy my body. I want to dwell in the harmony of my muscles and bones cooperating seamlessly, without pain. My tendonitis is on the mend. I am becoming stronger with my physical therapy. My heel lift provided the relief for my back once again.
All I ran yesterday was 15 minutes but it was wonderful. The sun was shining and pushing me on. The road was smooth beneath my shoes. My playlist was revamped. It was a glorious 15 minutes.
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