I was up at 5.45am. Very Pensive and sorta coiled. I had realized, through my ruminations and mood changes last evening, that I had become attached to running and I had come to treat my running as something very important so that when my ankle was hurt and all, my mood, my psyche and my sh*t took a beating. So anyways, I went to bed telling myself Sunday was the worst and when you have hit rock bottom, you can only go up. But I was relieved that when my leg hit the floor, there was only a dull pain.
But when I hopped on that leg in the sitting room, there was pain. Not so bad but what the hell, you would have to put a gun to my head to make me go back to bed.
So I left. Started slowly at first. but by 700m, I was almost okay. At any rate, it went on to be a good run. I even threw in some fartleks and some vertical hops. I did lunges, crunches, pushups and toe/heel walks. I got a good sweat going and it felt good.
My knees are okay. I am limpin a little but my leg is at 90%. I am optimistic that tomorrow I will be at 98% so I will shoot for a hard tempo run.
“I felt strong and maintained,” Keflezighi said. “My training is coming along as planned and I hope it goes the same. This is the race I really enjoy though. New York will be all business.”