ORN: Maxin' and relaxin'.
I already bragged about my fantastic run on Saturday, so I won't go into it again except to say that I heard what my body was saying, and it said, "Enough." Toward the end of the run, my shins and calves were doing that thing where they felt like the muscles would come off like a banana peel with my next step. [Incidentally, another message was received on the same channel -- I need new shoes.] Though I stretched a lot afterward and took a warm bath, my legs were still sore.
Obviously, I was on the verge of overtraining.
So yesterday, I skipped my long run. Today is my scheduled day off, so I am giving my body two days off. Tomorrow, I plan on doing the first workout of my half marathon training -- the dreaded four mile fartlek. One mile warm up, two miles of fartlek, and one mile to cool down. Fartlek, fartlek, fartlek. Notice how I didn't make any corned beef and cabbage jokes. Man, I had fun at the Irish Festival. I wish I wasn't such an old man and could've stayed up for the Flogging Molly concert. Alas, I am a wuss.
Thanks to all you good people who've pitched in for my upcoming race, the Texas Roadhouse Stampede for VIPS. I have exceeded my fundraising goal. Donations graciously accepted.
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I already bragged about my fantastic run on Saturday, so I won't go into it again except to say that I heard what my body was saying, and it said, "Enough." Toward the end of the run, my shins and calves were doing that thing where they felt like the muscles would come off like a banana peel with my next step. [Incidentally, another message was received on the same channel -- I need new shoes.] Though I stretched a lot afterward and took a warm bath, my legs were still sore.
Obviously, I was on the verge of overtraining.
So yesterday, I skipped my long run. Today is my scheduled day off, so I am giving my body two days off. Tomorrow, I plan on doing the first workout of my half marathon training -- the dreaded four mile fartlek. One mile warm up, two miles of fartlek, and one mile to cool down. Fartlek, fartlek, fartlek. Notice how I didn't make any corned beef and cabbage jokes. Man, I had fun at the Irish Festival. I wish I wasn't such an old man and could've stayed up for the Flogging Molly concert. Alas, I am a wuss.
Thanks to all you good people who've pitched in for my upcoming race, the Texas Roadhouse Stampede for VIPS. I have exceeded my fundraising goal. Donations graciously accepted.
Technorati Tags: charity, running, rest
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