Recovery

I took three days off from running after the race, enjoying walks in the beautiful weather we've been having.

The next few runs were semi-painful - not surprising, as I had still been going down the stairs backward to keep my knees from buckling. (This is a good trick for anyone with sore legs.)

More precisely, three out of the four runs since the race were too much too soon. On Thursday, two speedy friends, with whom I met by accident, pulled me along through the streets of pre-dawn Richmond for 30 minutes. That Saturday a local group met for a 12-miler. I lasted for about 4, then spent the next 5 miles finding my way back to the car. Finally, this morning I ran alone. I thought I could handle an hour, throwing in some pick-ups for good measure. Well, I suffered. It was stupid. I'm taking tomorrow off, dammit!