Thursday run: 5.2 miles in 46 mins, 8:51 pace
Today's run: 4 miles in 35 mins, 8:45 pace
I love running. I love the raw naturalness of it, the feeling of flying, and the power of self-propelled locomotion. I love how can think while running, the mental meandering from topic to topic.
What I love even better is the surprise of mapping your run and finding out that even after a few weeks off of serious running (or running at all as was the case for most of November) I can knock out sub-9 runs out of no where. Really, where is that coming from?
And today's run, on the 2nd day of December, was in shorts and a bra top. My t-shirt didn't last long on me :) WOW what a day.
I'm finding that my hesitation to get running again has a substantial mental aspect. My ankle and feel feel OK, not 100%, but OK. My head however is maybe only 75% back, and it's not burn-out any longer. Rather it's the fear of getting re-injured. I keep having mental movies of the ankle coming down wrong and rolling again. I'm watching the sidewalks, cracks, roots, curbs, etc waiting for something to mess me up. I'm also afraid to run in the dark (Thursday's run was in the afternoon) and to run with others for fear I'd be too distracted.
Stuff like this can become a self-fulfilling thing, if I keep thinking about the ankle coming down wrong it will probably happen. So I need to start re-writing my mental scripts to more positive movies.
And the Icy starts tomorrow, so I also need to get to the pool!
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