Marathon was last Sunday.
Come Wednesday I was yearning to run. To burn some energy, to test my legs, to work off some of the food and drink I had greedily been indulging in.
So I laced up my sneakers and set out to do a little recovery run down the beach path of Newport. How could that possibly suck?
It didn't. At all.
My legs were confused. Heavy. I felt really stiff the first .50 miles. Strange aches and pains. But I hung in there and 3.25 humid miles later, I stopped. I smiled. I realized that running makes me happy, makes me feel good.
Yesterday was my first run back in AZ. Ugh. 5 miles of heat and sweat. I felt barfy at the end, but it's not going away anytime soon.....so suck it up Linds.
Soooo, when's the next race?