Linden and I ran our 10.6-miler this morning in 2:10:56, a 12:15ish pace. Not too shabby for either of us, and our outing totally redeemed last week’s suckathon of 9.3 miles at a 13:00+ pace.
Roughly 14 hours have passed since we finished our run, and I’m blogging as I ice my left knee and right shin. Already I’m having problems with stairs and have started going down them sideways. Is this how it’s going to be from now on? Do I just start to accept that on Sundays I’m going to be worthless and sore and grumpy and not much fun to be around?
I should’ve taken an ice bath this morning, but our drains in our bathtubs don’t seal, so I had to settle for a cold shower, but I’m weak so it turned into a hot shower quickly. We’ll get the drains sorted out soon—hopefully before my half marathon—so I can start self-torture that is the ice bath.
The chafing this week is actually the least of my worries—mostly some chafing in the sports bra area, but nothing a little Neosporin couldn’t relieve.
I took in fruit punch Sport Beans during the run, and they did an excellent job sustaining me throughout the run. I like them better than traditional gels because I can eat them just a few at a time, and they’re not messy—a beef I have with other gels.
Right after the run, I carbed up with a Snickers Marathon energy bar. Gotta say that it’s the best tasting energy/power/protein bar I’ve ever had, and it kept me going through the late church service and lunch. A great choice for refueling after a longer run.
I also refueled with a three-hour nap this afternoon. For naps like these, I should just slip into bed rather than sleeping on the couch, but I slept so hard this afternoon it didn’t matter. And with that, I’m done icing and I’m going to bed. It’s 11:02. So much for lights out at 11—but I swear I’m getting better!
“The body does not want you to do this. As you run, it tells you to stop but the mind must be strong.” — Jacqueline Gareau
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