You heard me gush about doing ten miles in under two hours last Thursday. This morning, I ran again with Kerry and Jenny, and we did five miles. That’s half the distance, so I expected it to be easy, but it wasn’t.
This weekend, I rode the dam loop (45 miles of fairly rolling hills with two big climbs) on Saturday, and I ran 7 miles with Poppe and did a short hill workout on Sunday. Monday, I rested because my calves were sore, and I wanted to sleep in. This morning, I expected to wake up rested and fresh, but I didn’t. My legs were still sore, and I felt like I could sleep for hours more.
Thankfully, Kerry called me to make sure I was up. She is consistent and helpful like that. And we ran. It was “only” five miles, but it was hard. I say “only” intentionally in quotes because I recognize my own skewed perspective when a solid five miles before work seems as though it is perhaps not enough. I felt a little guilty for running five, but I think it was wise of me not to stretch the morning out. I’m still tired from the weekend.
The way I feel today reminds me that it is early in the training season. I’m way ahead of where I was in 2010 when I trained for Canada, so I need to appreciate the comfortable days and not worry about the hard ones. I’m confident my body will figure this whole thing out again. I’m hopeful my mind will too.