This morning, I had only my second out of doors run, meaning NOT on the treadmill. While it was so emotionally freeing to be in the fresh air (read humidity) it was much harder than running on 1% incline on the treadmill. My pace is very slow right now (7:30) (yikes!) but I'm more focused on working on time actually running, as opposed to my speed. I know that I'll eventually get back to my average 6:00 pace - so I'm not really worried.
Again, I just never realized that this injury would set me this far back in my running ability. The route I ran has a few small hills, really just what we call a rise and fall here in Bet Shemesh, which never used to be hard at all. Now, I've got to slow my pace and almost inch up those little hills. The whole time I'm pacing the hills, I'm continually telling myself to be calm, that eventually it will all come back.
The other problem I had on my run this morning was that I seemed to turn my ankle a little, which caused my peroneous to ache a bit. I'll take some AI meds and see if it goes away. I do not want a return of that tendonitus.
Today I also took my grandchildren swimming at the local pool where we ran into an entire gaggle of old women doing a water aerobics class. My granddaughter calls all older women Safta, which is hebrew for Grandmother, and me, I'm Bubby. It was so nice to see the respect she has, already at the age of 3, for this generation. It makes me proud that my children are doing such a good job raising my grandchildren... lol. My granddaughter is not swimming at all, mostly I bounce around the pool swimming with her around my neck and trying to get her used to the water. She certainly gave me a good water workout!
Tomorrow's a cross training day, and it is swimming! Hooray!