According to my training plan, tonight was to be another nice easy 5K and I was feeling pretty good about it. Despite my legs still feeling a bit heavy, I’m starting to find that my energy levels are getting back to normal again so I headed down to the seafront to reacquaint myself with my favourite 5K route.
It was a nice evening. Warm but not too hot and there was a nice breeze coming in from the west to give me something to run against on the way out, and a little helping hand to push me along on the way back.
The first couple of kilometres were a bit of a struggle as my legs still aren’t moving as easily as they did before, but once I passed the half-way mark I began to find my stride again. The pace didn’t pick up much, but I could feel my confidence returning as I made my way along the seafront, revisiting familiar landmarks that reminded me of how far I have come over the last year. And it has been almost a full year since I started running. How time flies!
In a way, the last week or so has felt a bit like those early days of C25K. The frustration, the longing and the determination to keep going. Back then, every run was tough, but they all counted. No matter how short or how slow, they all made a difference. Each and every one of them.
So, as I plod along through the next few weeks, trying to regain my running fitness, I suppose I ought to remind myself of how easily the human body adapts. It takes time, but just getting out there and putting one foot in front of the other makes a difference. No matter how slow or how short or how frustrating it feels at times, every run counts.