2 Day off
14 mile long run
I got a little overzealous on Monday, my first full day back in the states after 16 hours of time travel across the world. I felt just great: I got 8 hours of sleep Sunday night, worked a full day and was totally ready to hit 70 miles for the week. With my grand plans to hop right back into training, I was smacked right in the face with my own ignorance. Tuesday's run came and went, along with my pride and energy. I spent the rest of the week with a stomach bug, without a voice, and sleeping like a cat from 12PM-5PM. I struggled through every run and decided finally to take Wednesday off. I didn't go to the doctor, but instead waited until Thursday to finally pop a miracle pill Passport Health had given to me before my international travel. Expecting the pill to work miraculously in hours, it didn't. I almost had a meltdown on Friday, swearing to myself that there was no way I could run Richmond in just two weeks. It's funny how quickly your mindset can go from being in the total dumps to being right back to normal. Saturday morning, I woke up and I just knew that today would be the day I would be normal again. Despite my refusal to go to a doctor, I do sometimes make intelligent decisions. I took my second day off from running even though I felt 100 times better. I wanted to let my body finally recover, without the additional stress piled on my garbage legs with a run. I was able to close out the week with a 14 mile medium long run with Billy and George. While it wasn't amazing, I got the job done and closed the week feeling good about my prospects for Richmond.
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