This week was 53 miles of running and 5000 yards of swimming -- training log is here.
Yay. Another week of relative normalcy. Intervals, tempo, longish run. Just like old times. I even did a continuous track tempo on Friday; in checking my training log, I realized I hadn't done one of those since mid-March.
It feels so good to be back into training, though I’m trying not to get cocky. I’ve been here before and then blown a tire and gone back to square 1 (or if not square 1, at least square 2.5 or so…).
Things feel OK right now. I can’t say I’m totally niggle free, but this may be the best I’ve felt in the last 10 months or so. Of course, I don't know whether I feel good due to the PRP, the new taping technique for my ankle, my improved posture, my commitment to avoiding deep twists in yoga (too much stress on back), or all of the above. Or just random chance. But I'll take it.
The only downside of the past week was the bout of mild food poisoning I contracted during my business trip to NYC. Thankfully, it didn’t really hit hard until the late evening, after all my obligations were done. And it wasn’t so bad that it forced me to miss a run in Central Park during a nearly perfect morning the next day. I’d get REALLY sick of Central Park if I had to run in it every day. But as a once in a while treat, I love it.
The plan for the next weeks is more of the same - careful workouts and restrained easy runs. A friend pointed out to me that the second half of Tuesday’s workout was significantly faster than my predicted “moderate effort.” He was absolutely right, so I corrected it for Friday, really trying to keep the pace well under control.
Of course, this control combined with my lack of fitness meant that I ended up being lapped by my normal training group during Friday's tempo. That was a bit sad. But, better to be wistfully sad and healthy than aggressive, overtrained, and on the cusp of injury. And overtrained and injured is exactly where I’d be if I had tried to chase my once and future peeps.
With a long period of injury comes restraint and a bit of wisdom. Maybe. Hopefully I have the discipline to continue to apply the brakes as I feel better and better.