I fully expected to run this morning. I mean I was/am still sore from Saturday, but I didn't know HOW much until I started running on the treadmill. It was as if my calves were cement - real cement dangling from my knees. I kept thinking - get to 9 minutes and walk, you'll feel better. I made it to 5 and walked; 15 and walked; 22 and walked. I never felt like things were warming up. By the time I hit 35 minutes and only a measley 2.75 miles, I decided I would call this a day and cooled down hitting 3.10 miles. Let me say that it never gets easy, and probably never will. I spent the remainder of my time stretching - something I think I skimped on after Saturdays run because I was too tired and too anxious to get home to the dog.
I will be back out tomorrow back on schedule - my thought is a morning 4 mile loop before hubby heads to work. I will ice tonight and hope that the workout will be more of a run than a walk. It's hard to feel that I am getting any better... 26.2 miles??? Are you kidding???
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