Week one of preseason training is almost complete. There has been plenty of pool running, strength training, and road running. My body hurts all of the time, and I am loving every minute. Tomorrow will be my long awaited first run back on trails. I say that like it has been months, and even though it feels like it, I've only been away for a week.
But it won't be the same as my central Florida runs. I won't be able to stop and explore, cross rivers, or run for as long as I see fit. I will have a set time, a set distance, and a set group of people to run with. Don't get me wrong, I am running with the best people I know, but there is something so invigorating about going at the trails alone.
However rough of a transition this may be for me (it is every year), fall is the season to be calculated and precise, to run with determination and train for a single race. Spontaneity is for winter break and summer, and the rest of my life as a runner. I am eager to see how far I can go this season. Just a few weeks shy of a year ago, I was not able to run. I lost nine months of good running. Now, I appreciate the motion much more. That is why I can't hold back, not for my final season. I won't waste it.