I’m still recovering from the sinus infection that I contracted over a week and a half ago, but mostly it’s down to a little chest congestion and the occasional coughing fit. I’ve continued to work out three times per week, despite the difficulty.
Last night was a milestone. For the first time, I ran a full five kilometers. In a way. I chased the belt on the treadmill at a slow jog for what it said was 3.25 miles. Every previous run had been for time, or in the case of last week, for speed. My longest run before this, including warm-up and cool down, was 2.16 miles. I started out at a 13:20 pace, but less than five minutes in, I knew it was more than I could handle. I dropped it to 15:00, and finished the 3.1 miles. And decided to push it to 3.25 for good measure. Including warm-up and cool down, I did 3.5 miles.
I had plenty of wind. From cardiovascular and stamina perspectives, I’m in much better shape than I was a quarter of a century ago when I entered the military. I could’ve maintained that pace indefinitely.
But my body has gotten old. For a few weeks, I’ve had this knot on the inside of my right calf that is sensitive most of the time. Running aggravates the fuck out of it, sometimes hurting so badly by the end of a workout that I can barely move my leg. The treadmill always makes my back hurt. My feet always hurt, although my plantar fasciitis has improved over the past month. And at the two and a half mile mark, my hips started to protest. But fuck all that. I. Did. It.
I now know without a doubt that I can finish a 5K at a jogging pace. Now all I have to do is kick this cough and work on speeding up that pace so I won’t come in dead last. Four weeks from Saturday is race day. Not much time.
I wonder when they’ll get around to sending me my race packet.