After a several day hiatus following the Los Angeles Marathon to let my sore muscles and equally sore ego heal, I finally hit the pavement this past Saturday.
No lofty goals, just a simple 8-miler (an “ocho”) to get my legs moving again and let my body know “we’re back.”
But the first run after the Los Angeles Marathon is always a bit of bittersweet experience.
Basically every weekend since September I’ve been running with the Team to End AIDS (T2) crew. And last weekend that number exploded as I was pounding the pavement alongside 24,999 other crazy marathoners trying to get from “point A” all the way to the ocean and “point B.”
This past Saturday, however, I was running alone. Just me, myself and I.
And while my iPod shuffle is great at playing music, it’s not much of a conversationalist or motivational running buddy.
Sure I passed plenty of runners and cyclists at Griffith Park and Burbank (and yes, I always wave “hi”). But it’s not the same thing.
I do already miss the T2 gang. They are my friends. They are my running family. And I look forward to training with them again this fall for the 2017 Los Angeles Marathon.
Now I’m not trying to throw a personal pity party… everyone feel sympathy for the lonely runner.
I am okay with running by myself. And sometimes in fact I do prefer it.
It’s just the natural adjustment period. I’ll get used to it.
As for the run itself, nothing earth shattering to report. I took it nice and easy (keeping tabs on a lingering blister) as I ran a route I’ve done dozens of times before. And while my legs still felt a little heavy (to be expected), it was a good run.
Now I just have to decide on my next race. I’m signed up for the Hollywood Half Marathon on April 9th (I’m a legacy runner), but I’m trying to decide what race… if any… that’ll I do in March (I’ve got three in mind). No rush to decide. My body will let me know.
For now, it’s just time to get back to basics and enjoy the road.