I got home late Monday night and was ready to be there. I was greeted at the door by my favorite dog and made my way upstairs to find my dear husband laying in a freshly-made bed and watching poker. Ahhh, my bed felt amazing, as did the husband's embrace! My alarm clock seemed like it went off way too early, but I managed to get out of bed only to remember I had used the last of the coffee before I left for Chicago, and that was a sad realization...
Anyway, my legs ached, though not horribly, when I made my way down the stairs until Wednesday, when the pains ceased. I made the decision later that night to be sure I went for a run on Thursday, which I happened to have off from work for Veterans Day.
There's a part of me that wants to say I didn't really want to go for a run, but that's really not the truth. I was ready and excited and maybe a little bit nervous for my first post-half-marathon run. I guess I wasn't really nervous to actually run, but more nervous because I really want to work on my my pace and keeping it at about 11:00/mile rather that 12+. I kept the music and HR monitor off, and I didn't bother to check my pace; I just wanted to run however I ran rather than running for speed or distance or heart rate. So I set our for a 3 miler and when I got home, I had run 3.2 miles at an average of 10:56!
Also, I've always used the temp outside as an excuse to not run during the winter. Last Saturday's below freezing temperature was proof that I really can't use that as an excuse anymore.
Nothing too exciting going on in our household this week except that I went grocery shopping today wearing my new Indy Monumental 1/2-Marathon hat. No, I didn't take my medal with me :)
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