Good morning! I have a few hours of an airport layover to kill, so I figured I’d draw up a training plan. Here it is…
Week 1 – ?
Week 2 – ?
Week 3-? – ?
Isn’t it beautiful? I promise not to deviate from it in any way. I promise not to stress out about hitting the right paces or making sure there are enough hills or laps.
Now that I’m done with my structured running as part of my physical therapy, the world is mine. I’m not about to be tied down at my first taste of freedom.
I’m still not quite right. My baby calf tires. My lungs lack the capacity that they had before my injury. 4 miles was once a warmup and is now a long run. There’s work to be done. I’m going to joyfully do it.
I miss that speedy fella. Time to bring him back.