The last few months had been tough in regards to my running. Injuries. Illness. And of course burnout. All came to visit. Some staying longer than others. Others gratefully knew when they weren’t welcome. While others I had actually come to regard as akin to the pesky couch-surfing friend who would never leave.
But finally they did leave. Each and every one of them.
I’m healthy now. I think.
In September a running coach gave me the all-clear with respect to my running form and recommended I drop some weight to not only prolong my running health, but to also get faster when the time is right. 20 pounds. 30 if I want to be elite.
I have since dropped 25 pounds.
At the beginning of December another running coach gave me a plan to help me break a long standing PB in the Half come the spring. Cruelly and shrewdly that plan started last week. In the midst of all the Holiday feasting. A 10 mile race on Boxing Day saw me run faster than I had in a 10 miler in September when I was at the zenith of my previous training cycle.
Things look good.
Things feel good too as I run easy fartleks this morning. I shift gears with ease. My lighter frame responding keenly. 1 minute of intensity. 2 minutes easy. I am like a race car driver — if you charitably ignore that I manoeuvre at a pace that is about 200 km/h slower.
But I am back.
Here’s to 2017!