It has been just over 24 hours since the 30K Around the Bay, and despite being a little tired, I’m feeling pretty good. My joints aren’t screaming. My muscles aren’t nearly as tight as I thought they might be. My walk to the office today was as fast as normal1. And while I’m tired, I’m not knackered.
I won’t lie though – walking down stairs was a bit of a chore2. It’s not painful or anything that extreme – I can just tell that my muscles are tired. And perhaps weak. And maybe a little angry. I think the lack of fuel, coupled with dehydration and loss of electrolytes might explain that. And if that doesn’t work for you, perhaps the build-up of lactic acid – a result of pushing my body well past the exhaustion point yesterday – will. Regardless, each time I left my office and descended the stairs, it served only to remind me about how awesome yesterday was.
And it was awesome.
On my walk home this eve I realized that all I was thinking about was running. And I wasn’t just thinking about running yesterday. I was also thinking about my upcoming race, and how I might improve my diet so as to avoid another fueling issue. And I was thinking about my time, and whether I want to try for a personal best half marathon, or just run it as a training run? Is a personal best attainable? Hells ya. Is it smarter to treat it as a training run? Probably. I’ve not made my decision yet. I’ll probably leave that decision to the day of the race.
Anyway, I’m home and relaxing at the moment. My feet are up, the fuzzball is dashing around the condo chasing ghosts or something, I’ve finally just celebrated yesterday’s run with a beer, and I am debating if I’m going to do any further work this eve.
Regardless, there is a huge part of me that feels the need to go for a run. Partly because I’m a mileage whore. Partly because I want to know if I can. But mainly because I love running. Fortunately I’m smart enough to know that I need a little bit of a rest.
And since there is no rest for the wicked, I can only assume this means I’m not wicked. Or perhaps I’m wicked-reduced – the Calorie-reduced equivalent of wicked – all the same wicked flavour, all the same wicked fun, but with 90% less evil.
Just to be safe, I’ll restart my training tomorrow.
1 Given the frigid temperatures, my walk may have been faster than normal.
2 I didn’t notice any issues walking up stairs – just down.
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