I've recently read that progress is about direction, not speed. That's good, because I've also just been out for the slowest run in history.
Short strides, heavy, heavy footfalls. Everything is tight, everything is a bit achy. I'm back up around 230, long off the wagon.
Short strides may be a nice metaphor, though. Direction, not speed. Goals distract me. Goals (sometimes) overwhelm me. But if I set myself in the right direction, and focus on what is immediately in front of me, I can make progress. I don't need to run 25 days out of the month, I need to run today. I don't need to go 10 miles, I need to go one step. Then another.
That sort of thing.
Not much time now, but I wanted to check in. Took my old short run, just to the beginning of the bend around the Shedd and back. Got home and stretched. Quick shower now and out the door. Have a good one.
