July 2012. It Begins, then stops.
Sometime in July 2012, my wife and I decided to run a Breast Cancer benefit 5k to be held in September. This meant we needed to figure out how to run.
I put in a few 3 mile runs over the course of a couple weeks, pace at 9:18 min/mile, 9:38 min/mile, 9:56 min/mile, and 9:43 min/mile. I was pleased as punch.
These runs were a mix of running/walking. I was lucky to go a straight mile w/ no breaks.
Unfortunately, I also incurred the first of many stupid injuries. I was running pavement wearing old, worn-out Nike Alvord trail shoes I had used for hiking previously. They were the only athletic shoes I owned, and while technically trail “running” shoes, they didn’t work well on pavement. And, after 4 runs, I got a bad case of shin splints. Ouch. Couldn’t walk for a few days and had to switch to riding my bike for a bit.
Something had clicked though. I was kind of enjoying it – even though I hated myself mid-run as I panted and gasped for air. The July heat probably wasn’t helping.