6 mile steady state fail.
I love running. It’s one of the things that defines me. But at times it can be so humbling. Tonight was one of those times. A month or so ago, when I started my return to training after a four month layoff, I felt an initial euphoria. I was back, and I was sure that soon I would be running at racing at my old level, with people once again marveling that a guy in his 50s could be so fit, so fast for his age. Or so I thought.
Then the miles started to ramp up, and spring gave way to summer. And now my lack of a base and lack of leg turnover are showing. Whatever effort level I am running at, across the board the paces are 30 seconds to a minute slower. Tonight, on a steady state run, I should have been hitting 7:30s or 7:40s; when I’m in top shape I’m hitting low 7s for the same run. Tonight...8:18. And I labored. It was hot and humid and the course was hilly, but I’m not making excuses. This is not me. Well, OK clearly it is, but it shouldn’t be.
I have to remind myself not to get discouraged, that this is all part of the journey back. And at some point, the pieces will start falling into place again. But in the meantime, it’s frustrating. The only thing I can do is get back to work tomorrow, putting those deposits back in the fitness bank.