Before I even ran Woodstock, I promised myself I'd let my legs return to normal before I hit the pavement again. I had a long, hot summer of training and a few days of complete rest was needed both mentally and physically.
Though my legs hurt like hell the first hour or so after the race, the pain dissipated rather quickly. Steve, his DW, and I took a long, but slow walk on Sunday and I think that helped to move things along. By Wednesday, I actually felt no lingering stiffness and decided it was time to go for a run.
I was dog-sitting for a few days at my dad's house and so I got a chance to run a new route after work along the Chattahoochee River.
I went back to the same place the next day and though I didn't feel quite as fresh, I still was a bit shocked that I wasn't trudging after 50 miles less than 120 hours prior.
I had Monday off of work and decided to just cruise for awhile longer. The weather had finally turned and I was so elated that I didn't feel like I was dying every step of the way.
Tuesday night, I did my Superman thing at work and changed into my running gear so I could grind out a few miles. Though I was a bit sad it was starting to get dark as I finished up my run, I couldn't complain about the temperature. Too many runs of "feels like 100+" after work makes me appreciate the 70's.
Snuggling with my squad: