Tuesday Tidbits

  • Recovery from the half last weekend has been slow go.  Probably because of being cramped in the car for so long on the long drive home.  I usually like to go for an easy run shortly after a race to loosen up, but I wasn’t able to run until Thursday.  In my line of work, an ice storm makes for LONG, STRESSFUL days, so after working 12 hour days Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, I did nothing but come home and drink wine.  A run was nowhere on my radar.  I only ran two Thursday and then 5.5 on Sunday. I had planned on 7 or 8, but my hammies and calves were STILL super fatigued, so I cut it short at 5.5 and walked 2 more.  I think that may have done some good.
  • In all my wine drinking last week I found one I didn’t like:  Cupcake Vineyards’ Angel Food.  It is NOT as good as it sounds.  I loooooove Cupcake’s moscato, so I was really disappointed in this one!
  • I did another volunteer transport for Kindred Hearts Friday night.  Eight more babies out of high-kill shelters in the south and in a New York-based rescue!
  • One week after the ice storm hit and hung around most of last week, after a weekend in the 50s and 60s, this is what is left of it.
A few piles of nasty, dirty muck in the corners of parking lots.
  • Since my truck took such good care of me, I showed her a little TLC this weekend in return.
Squeaky clean!

Getting My Legs Back

Soooo here I am.  Thirteen days post-marathon.  I finally feel like I’m getting my legs back a little bit.  I know lots of people say you’re supposed to take it easy for a few weeks after a marathon, but those are the people that run marathons a lot harder and faster than I do.  I’ve taken it super easy since the marathon.  Tonight was the first time I’ve gone a notch beyond an easy run.  The plan for tonight was 1 mile warmup, 4 miles @ 9:33, then 1 mile cooldown.  During the first warmup mile, I still had that heavy feeling in my legs.  It for reals made me wonder how the hell I was gonna get through 4 tempo miles.  The first one was pretty rough.  I felt like I was working pretty hard and it was a freaking 10:00 minute pace.  And then something happened.  I started feeling like young Forrest Gump must have felt when his braces started falling apart.

I could feel the rust breaking up and flying off.

Mile 2 – 9:31
Mile 3 – 9:28
Mile 4 – 9:25

It felt pretty freaking fantastic.  Onward I go!