On Saturday I did something I haven’t done in months. I went for a 10-mile run.
Saturdays are the day I always run ten miles. Or rather, Saturdays are the day I always used to run ten miles, until I got sidelined with an injury that took me away from running and forced me to slowly rebuild my mileage. But on Saturday I finally reached that magical number of ten miles. That magical mileage that I run every single weekend unless I’m training for a specific race – then I’ll ramp up the mileage and start adding more to my Saturday run.
I went out with the intention of running nine miles, but as I was feeling good I decided to tack on that last mile, that golden mile that makes such a huge difference. The weather was gorgeous – sunny and warming up, and I was feeling good as I kept my pace at a comfortable 8:03 pace.
I finished with a smile on my face. I finally feel like I’m back from my injury, like I’ve successfully kicked kicked this injury’s ass.