The temperatures were in the low 70s, perfectly clear skies. I didn't even mind the gusting winds. I was just happy to be outside, running. It wasn't fast. It wasn't easy. But it felt amazing.
We did 3 miles of walk/run intervals. Jason made sure to keep my speed and distance well in check. And the best part was that there was no pain at all. That hard part was holding myself back. Every ounce of me just wanted to take off at full speed like a child might.
Sunday the temperatures were much colder, and there was actually ice in the forecast for Monday. So, I layered up and headed out for a solo walk/run. I ended up with 4 miles and didn't mind that my face was frozen. Funny how I was in shorts and a tank one day then layers and gloves the next.
I will say that it was much harder than I expected keeping my pace in check. It's hard not to do intervals as speed work. After the walking, I felt well-rested so I naturally was wanting to go faster than I needed. I kept having to really pay more attention to my Garmin than I would normally like to do. I know that I have to play this come back smartly so I don't end up sidelined again.
So, after 2 runs in a row, Monday was most definitely a non-run day. Good thing there was an inch of ice on the ground. And it might look like snow, but trust me, all ice. It's crazy that it can be 75 one day, then 2 days later iced over.
The funny part to me is that I actually told people that as soon as I was cleared to run, this is exactly what would happen with our weather. Sometimes I would prefer to be wrong.