Perhaps like Nitmos's Mandelbaum Plan, I've shucked any sort of conservative plan for my return to running. My extended downtime has freed me from endurance and left me with a notion that I should work on speed now, rather than after I've built up to long slow distances. Why not build up to long fast distances?
Every time I step out the door will be an exercise in quick foot speed and relaxed sprinting. My goal? Just go. Just don't strain.
I'm still not wearing a watch when I run. I'm too scared to find out how painfully slow I am. And it's not like I was ever fast. I look at the clock when I leave and when I return and just assume I'm running 10-minute miles. I hope to be pleasantly surprised when I do finally start paying attention to time.
Last night's run through the neighborhoods brought back the soreness in my calves and quads after the first mile. My legs were fatigued, but I was determined to push through.
At the top of the brick-paved hill on Delaware, I gave myself a walk break, removing my shoes and preparing my feet to run the final half-mile. My big toe told me I was pushing off trying to run fast, a warning that I was straining myself.
While I seek to run with reckless abandon, I don't want to abandon running because I'm wrecked. Straining is the root of all injuries. Throughout my run, I repeated to myself the proverb: "He who runs fastest leaves no tracks." Quick light relaxed steps will save us all.