Don't call it a comeback

That was a pretty long two weeks. All that time since Clearwater with no training, and barely any activity. Over the ten days I was in Bermuda, I barely did enough to not be considered dead. But it was worthwhile, and the itch to go to work has returned. Actually, it had returned by Monday, but I had purposely left any equipment for training back home so I couldn't do anything even if I wanted. Kind of.

Getting really antsy on Friday, I did one of the few things that I could do with any tools, and just a little bit of floorspace: squats. And lots of them. About 210 to be exact. Now, it wasn't anything I would label a workout, so that's why it isn't logged, but after a year of no resistance training, high-rep squatting has left an impression in my legs. I've basically been reduced to shuffling like a cast-off from a George Romero classic for the last couple of days. But all that wasn't enough to stop me from heading out for a run tonight.

The plan was to do an untimed, flat three miles. That's all the running I plan on doing each Sunday for the next few weeks, just enough to keep form together while putting my focus elsewhere and allowing a slow build towards the season. I knew I was very sore, so I was just going to go as far as I could. My the time I was halfway down the street, I planned on heading back when I hit the corner, the soreness was so intense. But instead, I rounded the corner and followed my route. I was tempted quite often to slow down, or walk, or head home, but I just kept putting one foot in front of the other, and made my way through the run. It was a bit cool, and I didn't put on the right gloves for that, but otherwise it was great. Even as bad as my legs felt, I just enjoyed being able to get out under my own power. I'm pretty detrained right now, so no watches are needed for a while. I'll just get a bit of mileage while resting and be ready to hit it hard in the new year.

Run: 3.15 miles, zone 1-2