Recovery Week

Well, believe it or not, the week of recovery has not been miserable. I was expecting not to be able to walk and completely worn out. That has not been the case. The first few days were difficult on the quads. Going downstairs was nearly impossible and going to the restroom was worse. Until Wednesday, I was certain I would need to install handicap railings in my bathroom to assist in the sitting down process. Thankfully, that pain went away.

The weather has been rather nice this week, so you can imagine how I was itching to get out there and run again. I considered a light run on Wednesday, but read online I should not attempt anything until at least Thursday. So, I texted my buddy Rob to see what his schedule was like on Thursday. He was dying to run again too so we agreed to meet. We didn't make it very far before my legs were worn out. I think we may have run a little more than 2 miles, but not much more. My legs felt like I had just run 20 miles! It was nice to move again, but I didn't push it. A return of 2 miles was sufficient for me. I was completely worn out when I got home, though. I'll try again on Monday.

Instead of running this morning, Karen and I met for breakfast. We recalled the race and compared recovery week stories. We both agreed that this was not our only marathon. We are now discussing running a half for time. We have been running all of our races to finish but now it is time to take a different approach. That means speedwork, something I'm not very good at. I guess that's why they call it training. We agreed to keep Saturdays between 6-8 miles for the summer and then we start for real training as fall approaches. Her husband has already signed up for the Richmond full and booked a room. I think I have enlisted some folks to come down to run their first half at the Outer Banks. Both races are on the same weekend. So, if my OBX plan falls through, I'll run Richmond. They have junk food tables on the course in Richmond!!! It's always about the food for me. But, you see, that's a big part of why I even run. It is an excuse to eat. I love excuses to eat.