I love those runs where everything clicks and the planets align. Saturday was one of those for me.
The weather was perfect for running. My IT issues had cleared up (or, at least, were no longer flared up thanks to ANOTHER full week of rest). My husband did not have to work and a couple of friends asked me to run…from my house at 8:15 a.m. which meant I even got to “sleep in” until 7:30 a.m. Also, I didn’t have a thing on the day’s schedule (that NEVER happens), so there was no need to rush through a long run.
They wanted to do about 10 miles, but when I told them I had three routes in mind — a 9-miler, 10-miler or 12-miler — we all agreed to do the 12 since it was such a nice day.
I had promised to pick a flatter course, but that’s pretty hard to do where I live. Gently rolling hills are the rule — not mountains, but not molehills either.
The course was longer than I had thought…and we ended up doing a full 13 miles (though, we actually ran 12.6 and then did a .4 cool down walk).
I expected to pay dearly for this impromptu half marathon. But…an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. I popped the Ibuprofen as soon as I got home and slapped an ice pack on the side of my thigh.
I also took Sunday and today off, and I feel pretty good right now.
I’d be a liar if I said I was OK with having to take two days off after a hard effort, I want my 28-year-old body back — the one that could run 13 miles on Saturday, 8 on Sunday and 5 on Monday morning, but…I’ve come to the conclusion that if I want to run hard, I’ve got to rest hard, too.
And, when it comes to running… at this point in my life…less just might be more.