Kind of a mixed day. I had a miserable morning taking PANRE for five hours (bad), my son had a very nice 18th birthday and we had an excellent family birthday dinner (good), and I decided I needed to run off some of that dinner, so I went for a nothing recovery run. That probably falls into the category of junk miles, but an easy day is an easy day whether I spend it on the couch or doing three slow treadmill miles.
True to my OCD tendencies, because both Pfitz and Daniels recommend not running under a certain amount of time, I added in one more "lap" of the treadmill to get me up over 30 minutes. I noticed a little twinge in my left hamstring tendons as I got going, but it felt like something that I could work out as I ran, and sure enough, it eased off.
I guess I'm getting old now. The hair (what's left of it) is gray, I'm just as (or more) likely to turn the car radio off as crank it, I have just about zero interest in pop culture or movies or why Brangelina went to France to have their brats, and the kid is now an adult. But I have my running again, and on the road, I can still dust a lot of young whippersnappers and I'm working on getting past more of them. Gray hair or not.
I'm really pleased with how I've adapted to higher mileage so far. I'm sometimes sore when I go to bed, but the soreness is virtually gone by the time I get up the next morning. That bodes well for me as I build up the MPWs through the summer and fall. I still have to be careful, though. I still have the tendency to do too much -- too many miles, too fast, not enough rest. It's a tendency I'll have to fight as long as I keep running, I guess, unless I finally get that impulse to overdo tamed. | 