This post was written for and first appeared on One Foot In Reality.
Today was a good day, Mr. Achilles wasn't complaining too much and when I got to doing my warm-up, dare I say he wasn't complaining.
So I went out and ran 10 miles at an 8:00 minute pace.
Yeah right Harold.
You couldn't do that before you were injured, so there is no way in hell you are gonna do it almost a month later, especially with that added padding around the middle that is forming.
Actually, the leg felt pretty reasonable, I think that I have found the right balance (for me) of strengthening exercises, rest, walking, heating pad and yes, dare I say running to conservatively move forward.
Again, I worked on landing lightly, lifting the quads and attempting to pull the trailing leg back a lot more. I wasn't able to do it for long, but it did feel good. However, the leg wasn't hurting when I got over towards Randall, so I decided to push the distance by about .5, nothing too serious. I did pick up the pace a little in a couple of places, but nothing drastic.
I just ran comfortably and well within myself.
Could I have gone further, sure, but I am really attempting to be smarter this time and not simple reinjure myself as a result of Harold being Harold.
All I know is for the first time since that fateful day back in May, after a run I was able to walk without limping.
Days like this give me hope that I will be back sooner than later -- well as long as I don't attempt to go out and run 10 miles at an 8:00 minute pace.