Neasts said, "it'll be easy." Neasts said, "recovery run pace for sure." Neasts LIES. But she's a big girl ultrarunner now, and I guess it comes with the territory. It's the unsaid rule of ultrarunning- lies are perfectly acceptable if it makes someone else run.
Big crew up VB. You know how ET puts out his finger and goes "Owoooouch?" Yeah, it was like that. I don't know how my legs kept up with the others. I sucked in air and couldn't contribute much to the uphill convo other than a comment here or there so everyone would know I was still alive. But I think the happy runner part of me curled up inside and died.
Then we ran down. Wheeeeee. The last 1/2 mile or so I needed a bathroom, but just cut back pace and decided to wait til I got home. Squatting sounded too painful.
I spent the rest of the day walking like I had just ran a marathon or rode a horse all day, gingerly taking steps because EVERYTHING hurt. Apparently I not only failed to rebuild my glycogen stores (re: starving) I apparently am still worked over from the Triple C and my body can't cope with additional stress, even if it is "normal" running for me. I'm supposed to take a couple days off, up the amino acids and antioxidants. Take baths. Read books. TV? Sold.
But I may run Friday. "Recovery pace for sure."
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