Small victories continue, at least if you look at them in a glass half full kind of way. Ran 12.1 miles with C___ this morning. Beautiful day! Indeed about as nice a day for a run as there can be. Temperature in the mid-50s to low-60s, blue sky, puffy clouds, and gajillions of runners out looking fitter than me. There's a story about Frank Lloyd Wright asking to be housed in a particular building on a famous college campus (actually I've heard the story about multiple buildings on multiple college campuses), so that he wouldn't have to look at it. Anyway, ran at a pretty slow pace, worked on keeping my weight forward, and landing on my toes. I am doing this in shoes with a normal (13mm) drop. When you add in my orthotics. I'm getting a lot of lift. In order to avoid having to get way up on my toes, I didn't really worry about whether my heel was touching down after the foot plant, but still this did seem to force me to exaggerate the lean a bit. I may switch to the New Balances I got free a few weeks ago, with a 10mm drop to see if that feels more natural.
I'm still a bit nervous about digging out the true minimals (Kinvaras and Brooks Pure Flow) from my closet, because I'm afraid that they'll pull too much on the Achilles. . .
The good news is that I completed the run with minimal discomfort, and no more achiness than is appropriate for a two hour run. The bad news is that my pace/heart rate ratio is still way off. I guess that's another way of saying I'm out of condition. Which is another way of saying I got fat this winter. . . Oh well. Hopefully time will cure this problem . . .