Well, I survived my first run! If you could call it that.
I left the Garmin (and even my trusty old Timex) at home, so I was really just out for a stroll. We (Mike, both dogs, Libby and I) went out on the longer of our dog-walking routes, which surprisingly I had never mapped out until yesterday. Turns out, it’s a 2.2 mile loop. I estimate that I jogged about 1.5 miles, in roughly 1/2 mile increments.
I’ll take it. I’ll rest today, with maybe a walk this evening, and try to get back out there again tomorrow.
I don’t exactly know how far I’m going to take this. While I’d love to reach for those post-collegiate PRs, I have to be realistic. I have no idea what my body, my schedule, or my priorities will dictate. Even with that uncertainty, though, I think it’s important to lay out a few goals:
1. Establish a routine: run 3 days per week.
2. Finish a half marathon this fall.
That’s it. No numbers, no specifics. Those will certainly come in time, and I’d be lying if I said there weren’t very specific numbers swirling around in my head right now. But at this point, after nearly a year layoff – significant physical and circumstantial changes – and a major operation, it’s not about numbers. It’s about putting one foot in front of the other. One step at a time.