Yesterday, I set out for 3 miles (after work, by myself---shhhh—don’t tell hubs). No big deal, right? I had taken some rest (I was on the arch machine) to try and let my shins heal (because I ran on the treadmill a couple of times last week) so this was a pretty easy run, just getting the legs warmed up and ready for Saturday.
My knee was screaming by the end of it. Did I rest too much? Is my body protesting my crazy miles? Is my mind just freaking out? I am getting taper madness and phantom pains??
I am not freaking out though. I have a foam roller, I have Aleeve, I have a stick, I have a plan, and I have an awesome couple of partners in crime for Saturday. I have trained (courtesy of TMB Endurance Training plans), worked hard and pushed myself so that when this half arrived, I would kill it. Slaughter my PR by at least 20 minutes (ok, so I have a lot of room to improve, but still—it’s a sign of progress).
In 4 days, I will be running my second half marathon and I will see just how far I have come. I. Can. Not. Wait.
Happy Running everyone, because really, is there any other way???