Every time I train for a marathon, I tell myself that I will get so much done during my post-marathon recovery period because I will have so much free time. Has it ever worked out that way?
Sure, I get stuff done; it’s not like after a marathon I just park myself on the couch for hours on end. But it never pans out the way I plan. It’s like I need running to give my life structure: without running, life is a bunch of dots. With running, those dots have numbers and can be connected successfully.
It’s good to be back.
I took twelve days off from running after my marathon. On the thirteenth day, I decided it was time to shake off the cobwebs. I trotted a distance of maybe three miles. I’d like to be able to tell you the weather was perfect, but it wasn’t – it was windy and damp and chilly. I pretended to ignore all that, and tried to just tune in to my body.
My legs itched and tingled with the increased blood circulation. Various other body parts whined a little, as though they were being shaken awake from a pleasant dream, but nothing serious flared up.
All in all, a solid reunion run.
Some folks don’t care for the return to running after a break. They don’t like that their fitness has receded, or that the weather has changed, or that it’s harder to find motivation.
This time of year, I can understand that. It’s noticeably colder outside than it was a couple weeks ago, it gets darker earlier, and shoot, the holidays are right around the corner! Why not just put off the return to running till January 1?
Because I don’t want to.
I’m fond of this reunion time. It gives me the chance to get reacquainted with my running. I don’t get overly concerned with pace or distance. I explore streets of my neighborhood that I’ve always been curious about but never took the time to see. That’s the best part – not just straying from the usual routes, but straying from running routine in general.
The other day I took a major leap from routine by taking my dog for a run. We’ve gone running before, but those times have always just been a lap or two around the block. This time, we covered a distance of about two and a half miles – a distance PR for us! Our pace slowed a few times, but we kept moving, and I think that was the most fun that she and I have had together. In fact, that leap from routine might just become part of my routine.
Here’s to getting back into the groove, and making it better.