After having run just once in a span of seven days recently, I was able to log 25 miles a week ago, capped off by a 13-mile run on Sunday (which I'll blog more about on Tuesday).
I was battling doubts before the run, actually all week. I'd been thrown off my routine and even though I know that just one week of missed running isn't enough to derail me, it certainly felt that way. I tend to overreact to things sometimes and that was no different. I felt like I'd fallen behind and that I needed some time just to get back to the level I was at. And while the Achilles has been feeling a lot better, thus providing solid evidence that my rest was worth it, I needed a nice run to really feel as if I got back on track.
And I got it on Sunday. Now, the details of the run are best suited for another post, one that isn't necessarily trying to be motivational, so I will save those, but the run itself was solid. I felt strong during the run, although early on I was battling some mental issues. I got out later than I'd intended to and I think that threw me off.
I felt my strongest between miles 6-10 or thereabouts, but I was able to close out strong. As always, I felt like I could have run more, and that's always a good sign.
Getting a strong run in like that was crucial. Originally, I was supposed to have run 20 miles on Sunday but instead pushed that back to next weekend. And now, going into my first 20-miler since Surf City, I have the confidence I need in order to approach it the right way and get through it.