But now what?
For the first few days after the marathon, my legs were incredibly sore. Like, please-don't-make-me-get-up-and-out-of-my-chair sore. I was hoping that that since that was my second marathon I wouldn't be quite as sore, but clearly that was quite an optimistic view.
By Thursday late afternoon I was starting to feel more normal. I thought about running, but I knew I should stick to my plan of taking the week off. Then I remembered this old thing...
|Oh hello, bike. Have we met before?|
I haven't been on my bike for weeks since I ended up switching to running 6 days/week for the last 6 weeks of marathon training. Although I do think that was the right decision so I could run a strong marathon, it did make me a little sad inside to see my bike just sitting there unused. So since I was feeling pretty good on Thursday, I decided to take it out for a spin. Besides, isn't light exercise supposed to help recovery, anyways?
The first few miles felt great - it was like I never stopped riding. Bu towards the last miles my rear end was getting
I was hoping for a triumphant return to the roads today, but instead, I woke up with my requisite post-marathon head cold. Just when I thought I had escaped it! So instead I will spend my day in bed/on the couch with some few old friends...
|Manischewitz is key to recovery.|
|Is there anything a tray of fresh chocolate chip cookies does not solve!?|
|A little wine never hurt.|
At least I can admire my additions to my bling collection in the meantime.
|Cheesy or not, I do love my medals.|