I was dreading this 12k. I don’t know if it’s because my last run was so brutal or because I wasn’t feeling 100% or because I had fallen out of my routine. It’s too easy to fall out of a routine — and too hard to get back into it again. (I totally spaced on a committee meeting at work today. Simply forgot and didn’t go. Yikes.) But in the end, I’m glad I ran today. It was less cool and less windy than last night. The sky was clear and the moon was bright. Physically, it hurt (I’ve started to have weird back pain when I run. I feel like I’ll never be 100% again) but it wasn’t unbearable. It’s been worse. It’s been better too. It can — and will — get better.
It has to.
Tomorrow, I have nothing on the calendar. A meeting means no lunch yoga and a social engagement means no night yoga. But it’s a recovery week, so I’ll allow it.
It’s all about getting back into the swing of things, one day at a time.
The run: 11.9k in 1:23:44