Hard to believe four weeks have gone by so quickly. Even in so short a time, the temperatures have plummeted and many trees have been stripped of their leaves. I love autumn running–it’s my absolute favorite time of year to run–but now it feels as though that time is already nearly over and winter is bearing down on us. I can only hope this winter is as mild as last year’s, at least for the sake of my training.
It took a solid four or five days before I could properly after Steamtown. I don’t know if I was ill-prepared for the downhills, it was a function of my stride, or maybe I just wasn’t ready for the full distance. Especially at 6:26 pace. I learned a few key lessons and I think I’m going to make some alterations to my training and preparation for next year’s race. But we’ll get there when we get there.
For now, I just have to ask myself, “now what?” For so many months, Steamtown was my goal, but now I’m left with nothing. I’ve been running again for two weeks now, just working on getting my legs under me and my mileage back up. But I still have no idea what I’m shooting for. But in some ways, it’s nice. Running without a goal in mind. I can run untethered. There’s no pressure. No expectations. I’m running for the sheer joy of running. For now, that’s more than enough.