Distance running is one of those things you can’t take a break from and expect to maintain proficiency. And I’ve taken two months off of trail jogging. On Sunday, with a brisk 45°F headwind, I got in a little over 6 miles. Not long, not short. Both my ankles and tops of my feet are sore, sore today. And my upper back. Whose back gets sore from jogging? Mine.
I have a Garmin Forerunner 110 to keep track of my mileage and elevation. I live in the hills and basically ran to the top of my local mountain and along the ridgeline for 3 miles before taking a loop back. According to my Garmin, my elevation rise was 1200 feet. Which means I also descended 1200 feet. Not tough, not easy.
At this point in the picture below, I’ve run up on coyotes, several of them. They are funny creatures. They always stay about a hundred feet away and watch me with amusement.
You can see how the trail above winds along, hugging the mountain. I had Pandora Radio on, the POD channel. If you need a good get-pumped song, I recommend Execute the Sounds. It’ll get you going. It goes 1, 2, 3, the crew is called P.O.D. And if you want to go to the tiptop. Break it down with that one drop.
So that was Sunday. Today, I ran sprints at a very deserted gym. I was waiting when the doors opened at eight. Me and half-dozen close strangers. Actually, it is one of the friendlier gyms I’ve been to. I don’t like to be chatty when I workout. I come there for a reason and I like to stay focused. But I know several of the guys from just seeing them around. Good folks. Whose feet tops probably never get sore. . .