Yesterday I walked 8 minutes and then ran 2.
I did it again.
For thirty minutes.
It was Day 4 of my recovery program and I have now graduated to six minutes (total) of running.
Not much but I doubled my three minutes from Monday and, within ten days, I will (hopefully) be up to 27 minutes of running (with a few walk breaks in between).
It's bizarre how quickly things change.
My last good run was back in August and I ran 30 kilometres in about 3 hours and 20 minutes. I felt tired but strong and confident.
Last night, I felt a little overwhelmed with two minutes. It went fine and no body parts acted up but my body felt out of practice. My breathing was ok, my legs held up, but I no longer felt like I could run forever.
I could run two minutes - but could I run ten?
I've kept my fitness up and have become a strong swimmer who swims 80 lengths three times a week. When it comes to running though, I no longer know what I can and can't do. So I'm hesitant. I'm aware of every feeling of discomfort, no matter how mild. I feel how weak my legs seem to be after so many weeks in the pool.
If only I could run with my arms rather than my legs - I'd be all set!
While I'm confident that it will come back - it's humbling how quickly I've lost my runner's edge.
If someone had told me in July that, by December, I'd be relearning how to run and I'd be a 6k a week swimmer, I'm not sure I would have believed them.
And yet here I am - in my running shoes, ironman hat with a faint smell of chlorine on my arms - trying my best to rejoin the road warriors.