Running Chick

I can’t remember how long it’s been since I’ve felt like I either got run over by a truck or have the worst hangover ever after a long run, but from this point out, it will be known as yesterday. 

My eleven mile run was pretty okay.  I struggled with leg fatigue in the last few miles (same old, same old) and ended up walking a bit more more than I wanted, but I forced myself to do the last three miles in negative splits, so take that quads. I walked home, drank some chocolate milk (supposedly an awesome recovery drink so I force myself to choke it down, but yuck), stretched, showered and crashed hard. I didn’t leave the couch until I went to bed at 9:30. Okay, slight exaggeration, I did leave the couch to accompany Josh on a McDonald’s run, but that’s about it.  I don’t usually like to turn into a giant lump after a long run, moving around always makes me feel better, no matter how much it hurts, but Josh was at work doing the Big Email Migration and left to my own devices, I do … nothing.

I had company. This one spent the entire day with me on the couch,

while this one spent the entire afternoon with her feet sticking straight up in the air. So weird.

I feel much better today (thank you, Advil).  I had two four milers earlier in the week. Tuesday, I returned to doing hills after a few weeks off.  They didn’t get any easier, phooey.  Thursday I did a tempo and ran the last mile in 8:35.  I felt a bit out of control running that fast, and I’m pretty sure I looked like Phoebe.

Weekly recap: 19 @ 10:33.  Tuesday, 4 @ 11:24; Thursday, 4 @ 10:00 and Saturday, 11 @ 10:28.  Yesterday’s run wrapped up March, where I completed all 14 scheduled runs and logged 75 miles (@ 10:45), which is my biggest mileage month ever. Yet another milestone, for the first time ever, I am injury-free.

Yay!