I can sum this week up in two words. I’M TIRED.
Maybe that means I did it right? Maybe after 15 weeks of training culminating with a 20-miler is SUPPOSED to leave you feeling like this?
My legs felt surprisingly good after Sunday’s 20-mile shitfest. I took Harley out for a two-mile walk (We have strict orders for rest for poor Bella. We’re trying to avoid surgery, but it’s looking like it’s inevitable.) just to kind of stretch them out a bit, and that felt nice.
I felt kind of off on Tuesday’s 5. I really didn’t feel sore. Just… clumsy. Awkward. Sluggish. Tiiiiiiiired. I thought maybe taking another rest day would help with the tired feeling, but no. It’s been all I could do just to get through the work days. But I went back at it on Thursday anyway and slogged through 4 miles, and then I was asleep by 8:30.
After taking another rest day Friday, I finally felt a little better Saturday and had a little more energy. I made it through the 12 at a 10:35 pace. I felt pretty great during the run, but afterwards the tiredness hit me like a ton of bricks again. After showering I fell asleep on the couch and slept for a couple of hours, and and I still had to stop at Starbucks for a jolt just to make it through our evening out that night. SO DAMN TIRED.
Today’s 5.2 was actually the best run of the week, so maybe I’m on the up and up. I’m eager to continue cutting the mileage back this week. Hopefully that’ll help with my energy level!
Taper madness? PSHT! This is my favorite part!