The Winds of Change…

… came blowing in hard on Tuesday.  They blew in a cold front taking the temps from mid-70s on Monday to low 50s less than 24 hours later.  And along with that cold front came a renewed sense of enthusiasm.  For the first time in I CAN’T REMEMBER how long, I anticipated the run, I looked forward to the run, I enjoyed the run, I savored the run.

There really wasn’t anything special about it.  It was an ordinary four miles, but it was the best four miles that I’ve run in a long time, and it gave me more than just a little bit of a confidence boost.  Maybe I haven’t lost as much fitness as I thought I had over the summer.  Maybe I’m not starting from scratch.  Maybe I was wrong to write myself off.

The wind must have known I needed it to blow today.

Back in the Saddle

I stuck to my guns and did NOT lace up and hit the pavement at all this week.  On one hand I felt like a fat, lazy sloth, and on the other hand I kind of enjoyed getting to come home from work, crack open a cold one and do whatever I dang well pleased all evening.  (There was a LOT of Guitar Hero playing going on around here this week.)

My knee hasn’t bothered me all week, but then again it never does except after I run.  I was really hoping that the week off would allow time for it to calm down.  The training plan called for 18 this weekend, but I just really didn’t know how far I’d be able to go having not run all week and not knowing how the knee would hold out.

Between the “taper,” the foam rolling, the stretching, the ibuprofen, the icing, the Domino’s Pacific Veggie on a Brooklyn-style crust for dinner last night, the Clif bar for breakfast, the GU Chomps, and the Cytomax SOMETHING worked!!!

There were a few tears again, but this time they were tears of celebration and praise.  (Yes, I’m a big ol’ sniveling, emotional crybaby.  What about it?)  I pulled off 18 miles this morning in 3:21:16 (an 11:11 pace)!  They weren’t pain free, but it was more of a nagging discomfort than a pain.  I’m sitting here on my couch icing right now, so we’ll see what tonight and tomorow bring.  I’m still gonna keep the appointment with the sports doctor Wednesday just to see if he can offer some advice because obviously something still isn’t right.  But I’m feeling a lot better about things than I have been.  After last week I was really scared this training had just come to a screeching halt.  But I have hope again.  Shoot, I’m EXCITED again.

Seven weeks to go!  I have a medal waiting for me in Vegas with my name on it!