I’m not going to lie — I’m in a bit of pain as I write this post.
Saturday’s run was another personal best in terms if distance, an (at times) grueling 18 miles. Now that I’ve crossed into the second half of my training schedule, it’s like play time is over. These runs mean business.
Two days before my run, I attended a class at a new (to me) gym called Revolution in Motion through my ClassPass. The session was designed around movements that strengthen and stretch muscles to help prevent injury. I ended up being the only person to show (7:30 a.m. is early, yo), so the class wound up being a completely personalized session. The trainer gave me a few moves to counteract my plantar faciitis, which has been acting up a bit lately, and gave me a foam incline board to stretch at home. Plus, he was from Queens, so we bantered about our favorite restaurants. All in all, a good experience.
Saturday was D-day. As I mentioned at the outset, this run was not easy. Originally, Diana and I had planned to run on a trail I like in Long Island, but it turns out it hadn’t been plowed at all. Instead, we headed to the Bronx to the start of the West Side Highway Running Path, planning to run nine miles down and back. The first three miles were weirdly uncomfortable (I think I was thrown off by the unsuccessful morning), but then we shook it off and I felt pretty good until mile 12. Then…well, then things took a turn.
Can I just say that realizing you have to run six more miles despite being deeply uncomfortable might be one of the worst feelings ever?
I ended up slogging through (I stopped to walk a couple of times…knowing that I had to start running again is also in the running for one of the worst feelings ever), and finally finished a few minutes after Diana. I then spent most of that evening horizontal before collapsing into bed at 10:00 pm. I party hard, you guys.
I felt equally incapacitated Sunday, but a morning spin class at Revolve Fitness (that I initially regretted deeply upon opening my eyes that morning) turned out to be just the thing to loosen everything up. Who knew?
This morning, I feel pretty much back to normal. I took a core/stretching class before work, and I have to run five miles tonight, but I’m not dreading that nearly as much as I thought I would Saturday night.
It’s almost like I’m getting stronger or something.
Only six more weeks to go!