Out of curiosity, I flipped back through my running journal (training log, whatever) to see the last time I’d run home from work. My bet: mid-September, with a 1-week over/under. Uh, yeah, I’d have lost those $11. AUGUST 19th was the last time I ran home from work–and it took me 31 minutes. Last week, on Thursday, I ran home from work in 30:34.
I was looking forward to this jiggity jig, in the middle of a week of aggressive socializing (I don’t think I’ve put down my wine glass since I crossed the finish line on November 2nd. Barman!), since I’ve been experiencing, um, technical difficulties with my pre-work runs (as in, alarm goes off, I turn it off and then sleep for another hour and a half) and am jonesin’ to plug back in to a regular running routine. The run home ended up being the best thing I did all week — pity it only lasted half an hour — as it got rid of some of the emotional static and general sluggishness I’d been feeling since I got back from Pennsylvania. But my form, oh my goodness my form. Not at all smooth. Not quite uncoordinated, but I was definitely jerkin’ around a bit, trying to glimpse a groove.
Same again this morning. It was a struggle to run those 5 miles over the bridge and back in 46:39. It took me forever to warm up, my shins are still bothering me, and my strides felt short and heavy. I could barely lift my chin long enough to appreciate the blue sky smeared with white clouds, and the fall colors in the park beneath the bridge on the Queens side of the East River.
Now I’ve got a project to complete by Jan One, in time to start training for London: A return to routine, and a return to form.