|Life during The Injury Years|
Imagine my surprise when yesterday's happy, skippy legs - which seem to have come out of nowhere to share my runs for at least the last week - were in evidence today as well. The first mile felt fine at an easy pace of 11:15 so I figured that I might as well see what these alien legs were made of. Now, I know perfectly well (and have had the torn calf muscles and achilles tendonitis to prove it) that one of the main causes of running injuries is increasing distance and/or speed too soon. There's no issue with the distances that I'm doing but even I could tell that it was a bit of a jump from my usual pace to today's target.
Fortunately, because I am committed to becoming a less-injured runner (and because Adam sends me texts in SHOUTY SPEECH when I am IMPATIENT and DO TOO MUCH), I decided to at least partially listen to my Sensible Self (i.e. The Voice of Adam) and do a modified speed work session. Rather than try to run the whole 1600m at one go, I divided it in half so that I was doing 2x800m, followed by a 400m jog (and repeat). Same distance, just not as hard on my legs (or lungs).
|Garmin says, 'Run faster!'|
The intervals, regardless of the Garmin issue, went great. Really. My legs continued to do their job in an uncomplaining manner, allowing me to focus on my form and my breathing. For the first time in probably years, I felt like I was running rather than jogging. The high that I was on when I got home has continued throughout the day - and my legs STILL feel fine.
See, I'm learning!