Two summers ago, when I lived in Knoxville, Tenn., I messed up my achilles pretty good. Only now is it feeling back to normal.
Last week, I reached 40 accumulated miles in a week for the first time since my injury.
The number 40 doesn’t carry a great deal of significance for me, and my times (between 9:45 and 10:30 per mile for the most part) aren’t anything special. What’s more important to me is how I feel: Healthy. Fitter. More like a runner than I have in years.
The passage of time causes us to forget. I forgot a couple of things. One is that, when healthy, I’m entirely capable of covering 40-plus miles in a week, and turning in some decent (to me) race times, which is what I’m hoping to do later this summer.
Another thing I forgot is how much thinking I used to get done while running. Now that I’m spending a fair amount of time on the roads, I remember how much I missed that extended time to think.
At the start of the year, I set a goal of running 1,000 miles in 2010. I’ve run a little more than 258 miles so far, the weather’s heating up (finally) here in Valparaiso, Ind., and I’m feeling good. That thousand miles looks a lot closer than it did on Jan. 1.