You want to define this morning's run by pace, then it qualifies as 12.63 "easy" miles. However, there was nothing easy about it.
After Friday's race, I tried to take a nap, only to be thwarted by the other cat (not the one who yowled much of Thursday night) who insisted on snuggling up next to me and then taking a bath. I can sleep through a lot of things, but not through a cat bumping into me while licking his fur. So no nap (ignore that two hours on my Friday blog), and the beast just would not stop, or go away. Then it was time to go to the parents' for the Fourth; we stayed there six hours (and through two thunderstorms), and drove back home. By the time we got back, I was exhausted, and sore, and just went straight to bed at 8 p.m.
Slept pretty well, but the alarm clock at 4:45 alerted me to two things: It was time to get up and get ready for my Saturday run with the Crackheads, and my thighs hurt just about as much as they did after the marathon in March. Tried to stretch them out before I left home, and when I got to Pinnacle Mountain State Park for the run, but they just weren't going to stretch. Or stop hurting.
So the smart thing to do would have been to cut the run short, maybe try again Sunday. But I didn't do the smart thing. I did the obsessive/compulsive/Crackhead thing: Run my 12 miles. Plus. Tom and Hobbit sent me on an unfamiliar route (by myself -- none of the other runners were going 12), I wasn't sure about the turnaround, and 12 became 12.63 according to the Garmin. Twelve-plus painful, slow miles; not sure if the emphasis is on painful, or slow, because they were equally both. DOMS, hell. Nothing delayed about this soreness.
One thing I did get out of today. Before the run, Tom and Hobbit handed out a little surprise for the Crackheads: Little rubberized bracelets, similar to the Lance Armstrong "Livestrong" ones, but these are engraved "Crackhead -- LR Marathon". If I weren't an official Crackhead before, I am now. | 