|From the Finger Lakes 50k Trail Race in July 2009.|
And now I am back on the roads, though shuffling more than running, and putting in significantly less mileage. This might seem to suggest a comeback of sorts, but I'm unsure just where I coming back from or to the exact location I am travelling. A coaching-mentor of mine, who even at the age of 60 still runs daily, once shared with me his displeasure with running road races. "I did one of those about fifteen years ago. Why pay," he would ask when I would tell him I'd signed up for a race back-in-the-day, "to do something you love to do and can do for free?" With his words resurfacing in my head, and my own pride at such low mileage and pace, I don't envision myself signing up for anything anytime soon. The goal right now is to work the same plan I gave my prospective high school girls cross-country runners for the summer (basically 20-35 minutes, 5 days a week), in hopes of being more helpful in helping them meet their competitive goals. But I know myself, and at some point a more tangible target/goal will be necessary to my continuing to get up and out.
This morning I "ran" just a little over 3.5 miles as a LONG run, a distance that years ago would have been an early Sunday morning warm-up. After struggling through, though, there is still a tremendous sense of accomplishment in doing something, that I had not done in my recent past, and, I suppose, therein lies the comeback.