I started walking, but even then, and even through my devout love of walking, I knew that what I was really doing was getting myself used to being in motion so I could start running again (shhhh.... don't say it out loud). I figured that if I could walk 20 miles, then surely, with appropriate training, I could run 10, or 12, or even, whisper it the 13.1 (shhhhh... shhhhh...) of a half-marathon.
I started running again - I think just a few hundred yards, very slowly - in June 2010. I was not training for anything; I had put away for good my ambition of running the London Marathon (that ended in an ITBS disaster in 2004, but it was OK because I didn't get through the Marathon ballot, anyway). This time, I was going to build up my mileage slowly, very slowly. This is why by late August of that year I was only running a 15 mile week. I was running 4 times a week thinking that frequency was better for the body - and it is certainly better than heading out twice a week to do 8 miles to hit your weekly mileage. Already though, twinges of pain were coming back. My left knee was starting to stiffen on the longer (for me at the time, 5-6 mile) runs.
|The Knavesmire - the day of the run|
|Lily - Chillin' by the Aga|