I’m tempted to make useless comparisons, to shrug my shoulders and make light of a “long”run for the week that adds up to to the shortest of runs in training for my first marathon.
No one would blame me if I gave up, called myself a washed up old lady with uncooperative hips and resigned to a life of fun runs. I could conjure up plenty of legit excuses to stop caring about how fast I could go, to stop thinking about the next race I could run. I could give up on becoming an elite version of myself.
Except I couldn’t.
I care about how fast I can go, and how much I can push, and what I can become.
This recovery from hip surgery has gone as well as I could have hoped. But it’s been slow, and I’ve been forced to start at mile one. The past two months have been nothing but boring mileage–no speed, no killer workouts, no impressive distances. I’m training through the unshiny in-between of recovery and racing, cautiously building a base of slow and tedious miles. I’m learning to appreciate these dull days, knowing it won’t be forever before I can bring out the polish in pursuit of a shiny PR.
This past week I hit 25 miles total, a huge milestone compared to the 6 total minutes of running I was allowed to do in my first week back. It still feels small. And I still feel slow. But I’m grateful for every mile.
Monday – 5 miles, took it slow and cautious as I was essentially running outside on an ice rink. Freezing rain, freezing rain, go away! Come again another day! (Doesn’t really have the same ring to it, does it?)
Tuesday– 5 miles on the treadmill. Too icy to risk it. Averaged 8:36, ran mile 3 at 8:00 just to give myself something new to work on. Felt decent.
Thursday– 4 miles on treadmill, easy pace. Lower back and hip on non-op side had been bothering me, couldn’t seem to shake it. Went to PT after, which did help a little.
Friday- 7 miles outside. This was my “long” run for the week. I ran it on icy trails, but less icy than earlier in the week. Was really slow due to ice and hills and being out of shape. Averaged around a 9:30 mile. But the good news–I felt really strong at the end. My non-op hip and back was still hurting a little, but other than that, I felt like I could have kept going.
Sunday– 4 miles on the treadmill. Again, nice easy pace. Felt good overall. Post-op hip was a little sore, but nothing out of ordinary. Non-op hip and back seemed to feel much better.
Total – 25 miles!