I’ve not run since that race on Sunday, but that’s part of my plan. My body says to recover, and that’s far more important than the hard black ink that says I should already have clocked in 11 miles. Hell, I can do that tomorrow in one shot. I’m thinking of 10, instead.
But I haven’t been idle. That’s the difference between recovery and slack. Do what you can. Work with what you’ve got.
I’ve done the gym three times, working out places on my body that killed me during the run. I found that my back, my ass muscles, and a few other places needed a little more work.
I went and got a massage. If you still think of this as a luxury, and you’re logging some decent miles and racing, think again. You’re oldschool and not the cool kind of old school if you’re not trying to squeeze money out of the lunchbox funds to get the occasional massage to shake things back to normal.
I played tennis last night. Man, asskicking. I got a whole lot of sprinting in. I’m really enjoying this, now that it’s officially cool to play tennis. Can’t serve for crap, yet, but I’m a fairly decent player.
So, I’m off for a bunch of days. Going to the Common Ground Fair up in Maine. There’s a little 5K there, but mostly it’s about taking the kid around to see livestock, eating all kinds of organic and whole grain stuff, and doing all kinds of crunchy stuff like hanging out with fiddle bands and the like.
I hope you’re all well. See you Monday or so.
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