I swear I am jogging in this video, even though it looks like I’m doing some kind of eccentric march.
1 snowy mile, 10:55. 1.5 min/mile off of my pre-injury pace, but I’m thrilled. I think, at that pace, I still have a 5K in me, no problem. What a relief!
You might have noticed that I disappeared about a month ago, after my purported triumphant return to running and the gym. Turns out my ankle had ideas of its own, and running was not included in that plan. So, I stopped again, with frustration and disappointment. I’ve been out of commission for about 3 months, and last week I experimented with jogging very slowly on the treadmill at work, focusing on striking mid-foot, in hopes that it wouldn’t aggravate the injury, but would allow me to start training again. So far, it seems okay. I’m not holding my breath though; one thing that has become abundantly clear is that it will be healed when it is to be, and I just have to be patient.
Wish me luck! I wanna get back out there. It felt good to put sneakers to pavement again. :)