This morning, I ran my first 10-miler in nearly 9 months. Success! The last time I did something of this length was early May of 2012, before I was running banned due to injury.
I won’t make it sound like I was fast or that it was one of my best 10 milers because then I’d just be lying. It was slow and my running partners were all recovering from the Disney races the weekend before (2 marathoners and 1 half marathoner). So yes, it was slow. The average pace over all the miles was about 10:00. But I don’t care! For me, the mere fact that I was able to complete a 10 miler is an achievement in itself. Progress is being made.
Now I’m definitely in no rush. While some of my runs—mostly the 4 and 5 milers—are sitting pretty comfortably around a 9:00 mile pace, anything past that is still slower. That is just fine with me. Right now, I’d much rather build up my ability for actual distance. Then once I’m comfortable I can start incorporating more speed workouts to improve on how fast I do those runs.
It seems crazy at this point to be so happy about a simple 10 miler. I mean, 10 miles isn’t even that far (for a distance runner at least). Circumstances being what they are, I hope to have many more so I can get back to where I was before. Comfortably cruising along through 10 milers and half marathons.