Two runs, so far, this week. Both based solely on total time. Both runs, I was pleasantly surprised at the distance and the pace. Both runs felt great. It was good to just get out there and run for the love of running, to enjoy my surroundings without any pressure to hit any other target than the amount of time I was out there. Even that was no pressure because I set a range, rather than a specific time, and finished up when I was ready to finish. Monday, I went for just under an hour. Wednesday, I went for just over an hour and a half. Today, well, we’ll see. It’s supposed to be a miserably cold, windy, and rainy day out there. It’s a good thing I have my Marmot rain jacket and plenty of layers in which to dress.
My thought is to go for anywhere from two to three hours to start rebuilding my endurance. Pace is not a factor, right now. Time spent running and walking is. This is my focus. This, and enjoying the movement, the feel of the road and the trail under my feet, the sweat running from the effort involved, the wind reddening my cheeks and nose, the air filling my lungs, then releasing back into the atmosphere. I live for this, for these times. I love this. I am excited about today’s run. I hope you are looking forward to what your day holds for you, as well.