For real. In an attempt to not be completely out of running shape once I get back to DC and in marathon training mode, I decided to start running again this week, after getting the “all clear” from my doctor.
On Wednesday, I jumped on my treadmill, on what will likely be a goodbye run: looks like it’s getting sold this week. It has served me well, even if I barely got any use out of it, thanks for injuries and all my pregnancy fatigue. I should be buying a replacement before heading back to Brazil, unless we’re living close to the beach, then running on the boardwalk will be much more my style!
I’m not going to lie: the run was not pretty. I kept the running part at a 11 min/mile pace, and still had to take walk breaks pretty frequently. At the end, I finished 2.5 miles averaging 12:57 pace, which it’s not *that* bad considering there were lots of walking sprinkled in there.
Friday morning, I met up with a friend who is also trying to get back to running after baby. I met her by her house in Dasmarinas Village and we went for a jog (for those of you unfamiliar with Manila, the villages are closed residential areas with single family homes, so lots quiet streets for running, less polluted, little cars, no traffic and even a lot of shade!).
I was nervous, I can’t even remember the last time I ran outside! But when she asked if I wanted to do the 3k route or the 5k one, I said “5k” without hesitation. Did I have to walk? Sure, I did. I actually thought walking was a good think (let’s not do too much too soon and get injured, right?), but we went way past the halfway point before any of us walked.
Since I forgot my GPS at home, I’m oblivious to our pace, which may be for the best!
Sadly, I’m so out of running shape that I’ve been pretty sore the last couple of days. I’ll be back out on Tuesday for yet another running date!