So I did a tempo run last night, finishing around 9 p.m., and nine hours later I'm on the road at Lake Willastein. Uh, no. Did. Not. Work. At all. Legs absolutely dead. Had to walk within the first three miles, and the last six miles didn't go any better. Even Hobbit asked me if I was all right. Truthful answer would have been no, but I said I was OK, just feeling the effects of a hard run last night. That part was true, anyway. Don't think I'll do that again for a while. |