W1D3... D2 had been a disaster. Rest day brought out aches in muscles I didn't know I had. What on earth would today bring? Thankfully, it was as though D2 had never happened. I could put one foot in front of the other without thinking about it... much. Breathing - check. Speed, (or lack thereof), - check. I made it. I even managed to go a notch faster for the last 30 seconds of the last run. Week 1 in the books & clearly I had a LOT to learn.
And I spent a few days trying to cram every bit of running wisdom into my fevered brain I could. Negative splits, intervals, tempo runs, 10k long runs. Diet, cross training, shoes, Garmin, podcasts... I ended up scaring myself half to death & almost wanting to quit. I'd NEVER be good enough for all of that! Clearly, I wasn't meant to be a runner. I was asking too much. A book I'd reserved at the library came in & I rusghed down to get it. I read most of it in one sitting. Then I took myself to a quiet place, with the book & went over much of it more slowly & it dawned on me.
I wasn't asking too much of running. I was asking too much of myself too quickly. No runner authoring a book or mentioned in one came out of the womb wearing the latest high end Asics, magic training formulas memorized & a guaranteed entry to Boston. They all had had to start where I did - with the First Run. I wasn't looking to beat the world. I was looking to just do my sessions & week by week get a little better. I'd figure the rest out later, if I needed it. Right now & for the foreseeable future - just keep putting one foot in front of the other.