"If you don't risk anything you risk even more." ~Erica Jong
Post my Little Rock Half-Marathon high, I got sick.
I was more sore than I have ever been in my entire running career.
Running more miles than I had done since I injured my foot in October, pushing myself as hard as I could, and then being sick and laying around for a few days took a toll on my body. I didn't run an entire week post LR. I did a 5K faster than I had planned the following Saturday, and then re-pulled whatever tightness was in my right hip flexor. I took off another few days, tried speedwork - bad idea, and re-injured my thigh. I tried to run during our group "long run" and ended up walking more than I ran and only made it about 4 miles.
Last week was Spring Break, and though I took my running shoes with me, my feet were squeezed into boots and snapped into skis the entire week and though I was exercising and working my legs, I did not run a single step.
That's the way it goes sometimes. Miles written out on paper don't add up to miles on the road. And here we are, 60 days away from our first marathon, and Jennifer and I are planning out our last (and bulk of the majority of) long mileage runs. Eight more weekends, 120 more miles of long runs (not including our week-day runs) and our big day will be here. I'm more excited now than ever, and hoping that our bodies will hold out long enough for us to make this dream a reality.
My leg is still sore/tight, but I was able to pull out 5 miles last night. I've got about 25 more miles scheduled for the week so wish me luck!
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