Hola Peeps! I hope ya'll had fantabulous weekends!!! Ready for some running recaps? Of course you are...
Friday night Spike hit up the Tiger game whilst I laid low at the casa and stressed over my impending long run. As I carb-loaded, iced and stretched in preparation, I finished up "Born to Run" by Christopher McDougall. Maybe its just me, but I found the last 2 chapters so captivating and emotional it was all I could do to hold back my tears. If you haven't checked out this read I highly suggest you do, it breaks down running to its origins and rebuilds it in a whole new light and makes you love it that much more. I signed off for the night by tweeting that I'd be channeling my inner Tarahumara in the a.m...
Saturday a.m., after a sleepless night of tossing, turning and getting up to pee 5 zillion times I slipped on my new Zensah leg sleeves, laced up and headed over to Lake Lansing; a lake that is a little over 4 miles around to run some loops.
The Redhead who needs to be Running"
It was a clear and cool morning, just PERFECT for running! As I made my way around the lake my legs slowly loosened into an easy stride and a smile spread across my face. The miles ticked off, I tuned out Hermes and tuned in to my body. When I stopped at mile 5 to fuel I checked my splits and found I had lived up to the Tarahumara nickname Muddy Runner had given me of "La Bala Roja" (The Red Bullet) Negative split every mile... Whoops! Better slow it down!
After I topped off the tank I headed back out for another loop and decided to throw in a little extra mileage so I could end up with an even 10. All done and said my legs were none the worse for the wear. I headed home after a good stretch to ice it up, throw on my recovery socks and call Coach EK to review the run and make a plan of action for the coming week.
Now lets fast forward to Sunday a.m.; I headed out about 7 a.m. for a 4 M recovery run. It was uber humid and for the life of me I could NOT ease into a stride. Instead I trudged along wincing in pain with stiff, limited range of motion. It took well over a mile for it to feel like I was even remotely running so I decided it was just best to head back and ended up with 3 miles. My "best" mile clocked in at a 10:04 P and it was an absolute struggle, def no "La Bala Roja" this morning. I know it's all relative, but you get the idea.
As I limped my way from the driveway in, I really felt like the run had been a mistake and that I had pushed back to back runs too soon... but a few hours later as we headed to brunch my legs felt pretty good. Maybe I needed to push through a really tough, painful run to get my legs back on track? Who knows, but as I chowed down on some scrumptious brunch and had my first Michigan celebrity sighting, (Kurt Russell! He's not as tall as I thought he'd be but def still a handsome older man) I was def not regretting the "FML 3 M Recovery Run of Death" anymore.
Have you ever struggled through a painful run and ended up feeling miraculously better later because of it?
9 more weeks til Grand Rapids Marathon!!!