Today, with all the grace of a wounded, overweight bear, I ran three miles. I ran two miles last night. I haven’t been able to run that far in almost a year and a half. This is an incredible milestone. I’m on my way back, and all the problems that I’ve been having are receding into the background. I feel more and more like my old, pre-lupus self every day.
You may be asking yourself “Trevor, whatever on Earth is the reason for this drastic upswing in mileage?” Well, dear reader, I’ll tell you: I have returned to running with shoes on. I finally got frustrated with pussyfooting around with half-mile runs and blisters so I just decided to give shoes a go. Surprise surprise, I was able to run much further and much faster even in my fairly beat-up pair of Free Runs. I timed my three miler today and ran it in roughly 26 minutes, or about 8:40 per mile. I was expecting my mile times to be above ten minutes, so that’s great news in terms of speed. I pretty gassed afterwards, but I wasn’t in dire straits or anything. That’s a good sign. I haven’t lost as much ground as I thought I did.
The Free Runs (originally bought just to walk around in) are not going to cut it as footwear because of the steep and frankly ridiculous heel-to-toe dropoff. I’m going to snag a pair of Minimuses or some Free 3.0s tomorrow.
I’m going to be running a 5k on June 26th. It feels good to be training and striving to better myself again. I consider myself blessed to be where I am, and I’m thankful to God for giving me the twin gifts of health and running.
Phillipians 3:14, everybody.