I worked till 11 or 12 last night. The hubby arrived from a meeting shortly after. We were both exhausted. But, before heading off to sleep, I started packing my bags for an early morning run. Hubby asked if I’d be able to wake up at 5 am. I replied “I have no idea but I know I just have to run. I HAVE TO.”
Well, I did wake up this morning eager to get my feet on the road again. And, due to raucous I made searching for my new Nike running shorts in the closet, I unintentionally (or maybe not) woke the hubby who said “Now that I’m awake, I might as well run with you.”
So off we went to run at our favorite running route. We ran 5k together at around 6:15 min/km until we parted ways at the fork of the road. I took the longer route to reach 10k, while he followed our 7k route back to our starting point.
On my own, I promised myself I’d run at a steady, relaxed pace. I thought I was running at 6:15 since I wasn’t even panting, but I learned that I was hitting 5:45. I purposely slowed down only to find myself hitting 5:45 again after a while. I felt strong all the way until the end of my 10k run, which is a big surprise since I hadn’t reached that level ever since I got injured. Could this be a direct result of my cross training? I believe so. Now I know that all the water I drank at the pool was well worth it.
Aaaah, I ended the run with a smile on my face. I didn’t know how much I missed it. I just knew my body was calling for it and, if I didn’t listen, I would have been an angry bull all day.
When I got home, I checked my running journal and learned that it had been 9 long days since my last road run (not counting the short run at the tri). I spent most of last week training on the bike and in the pool or, due to the rains, at home on the treadmill. Boy did I miss the sweat, the pain on my legs, my ipod, the concrete road (that I used to detest), the heat, and oh the sweat (did I mention that already?) Oh running, I’ll make sure I never abandon you that way again!